The World Is Now Adayes, God Save

The Love Of Money And The Love Of Learning Rarely Meet.

Sweet Rose, Whose Hue, Angry And Brave, Bids The Rash Gazer Wipe His Eye, Thy Root Is Even In The Grave, And Thou Must Die.

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

When Thou Dost Tell Another's Jest, Therein Omit The Oaths, Which True Wit Cannot Need; Pick Out Of Tales The Mirth, But Not The Sin.

Neither Bribe Nor Loose Thy Right.