The Absent Partie Is Still Faultie.

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.

The Worst Speak Something Good; If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preacheth Patience.

Gold Opens All Locks, No Lock Will Hold Against The Power Of Gold.

Take Heede Of An Oxe Before, Of An Horse Behind, Of A Monke On All Sides.

When My House Burnes, It's Not Good Playing At Chesse.