Short Boughs, Long Vintage.

The Law Is Not The Same At Morning And At Night.

Nothing Lasts But The Church.

Faire Words Makes Mee Looke To My Purse.

I Had Rather Aske Of My Sire Browne Bread, Then Borrow Of My Neighbour White.

As Flames Do Work And Wind When They Ascend, So Did I Weave Myself Into The Sense.