Who Will Sell The Cow, Must Say

Hee Is Rich Enough That Wants Nothing.

Hee That Bewailes Himselfe Hath The Cure In His Hands.

We Batchelors Laugh And Shew Our Teeth, But You Married Men Laugh Till Your Hearts Ake.

The Sight Of A Man Hath The Force Of A Lyon.

True Beauty Lives On High. Ours Is But A Flame Borrowed Thence.