Let The World Wagge, And Take Mine

Follow Pleasure, And Then Will Pleasure Flee, Flee Pleasure, And Pleasure Will Follow Thee.

No Man Loveth His Fetters, Be They Made Of Gold.

Who Is So Deaf Or So Blind As Is He That Willfully Will Neither Hear Nor See?

It Is A Poor Dog That Is Not Worth The Whistling

Feare May Force A Man To Cast Beyond The Moone.