I'll Note You In My Book Of

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll Entertain The Offered Fallacy.

For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

'tis Dangerous To Take A Cold, To Sleep, To Drink; But I Tell You, My Lord Fool, Out Of This Nettle, Danger, We Pluck This Flower, Safety.

If It Were Done When 'tis Done, Then 'twere Well. It Were Done Quickly.

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.