The Wine In The Bottle Does Not

Three Women Make A Market.

Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So Bright, / The Bridal Of The Earth And Sky.

To Speake Of An Vsurer At The Table Marres The Wine.

He That Hath Children, All His Morsels Are Not His Owne.

Justice Pleaseth Few In Their Owne House. [justice Pleases Few In Their Own House.]