With Customes Wee Live Well, But Lawes

He That Hath Hornes In His Bosom, Let Him Not Put Them On His Head.

How Wide Is All This Long Pretense! There Is In Love A Sweetness Ready Penned, Copy Out Only That, And Save Expense.

The Offender Never Pardons.

He That Is Once Borne, Once Must Dy.

Money Wants No Followers.