Everyone Puts His Fault On The Times.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

Every Ill Man Hath His Ill Day.

Dally Not With Mony Or Women. [dally Not With Money Or Women.]

A Good Mother Is Worth Hundreds Of Schoolmasters.

Deceive Not Thy Physician, Confessor, Nor Lawyer.