Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And

No Man Means Evil But The Devil, And We Shall Know Him By His Horns.

How Many Cowards Whose Hearts Are All As False As Stairs Of Sand, Wear Yet Upon Their Chins The Beards Of Hercules And Frowning Mars, Who Inward Searched, Have Livers White As Milk!

Lions Make Leopards Tame.

In Religion, What Damned Error But Some Sober Brow Will Bless It, And Approve It With A Text, Hiding The Grossness With Fair Ornament?

The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.