Hee A Beast Doth Die, That Hath

Who Hath Bitter In His Mouth, Spits Not All Sweet.

Faire Is Not Faire, But That Which Pleaseth.

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.

All Keyes Hang Not On One Girdle.

He That Trusts Much Obliges Much, Says The Spaniard.