I Had Rather Aske Of My Sire

Dry Feet, Warme Head, Bring Safe To Bed.

Wouldst Thou Both Eat Thy Cake And Have It?

Love Without End, Hath No End, Says The Spaniard: (meaning, If It Were Not Begun On Particular Ends, It Would Last).

Wine-counsels Seldome Prosper.

Shee Spins Well That Breedes Her Children.