The Wine In The Bottle Does Not

Valour That Parlies Is Neare Yeelding. [valor That Parleys Is Near Yielding.]

Bibles Laid Open, Millions Of Surprises.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

Hee That Would Bee Well Old, Must Bee Old Betimes.

Every Path Hath A Puddle.