In The Mouth Of A Bad Dog

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?

It's An Ill Councell That Hath No Escape.

Look Not For Musk In A Dog's Kennel.

Feares Are Divided In The Midst.