One Stroke Fells Not An Oke.

When A Man Sleepes, His Head Is In His Stomach.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

It's A Wicked Thing To Make A Dearth Ones Garner.

If You Must Flie, Flie Well.

If All Fooles Had Babies, Wee Should Want Fuell.