Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved

Most Subject Is The Fattest Soil To Weeds.

One Sin Another Doth Provoke.

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."

Be Not Afraid Of Greatness.

I Do The Wrong, And First Begin To Brawl. The Secret Mischiefs That I Set Abroach I Lay Unto The Grievous Charge Of Others.