Words And Feathers The Wind Carries Away.

Leave Jesting Whiles It Pleaseth, Lest It Turne To Earnest.

Wine Is A Turne-coate (first A Friend, Then An Enemy). [wine Is A Turncoat, First A Friend, Then An Enemy.]

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.

Beate The Dog Before The Lyon.

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?