Love Is The True Price Of Love.

He That Feares Leaves, Let Him Not Goe Into The Wood.

Benefits Please Like Flowers While They Are Fresh.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

The Chicken Is The Country's, But The City Eats It.

Fine Dressing Is A Foule House Swept Before The Doores.