Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The

Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False As Hell.

Keep Thy Foot Out Of Brothels, Thy Hand Out Of Plackets, Thy Pen From Lender's Books, And Defy The Foul Fiend.

I Should Think This A Gull, But That The White-bearded Fellow Speaks It; Knavery Cannot, Sure, Hide Himself In Such Reverence.

Much Rain Wears The Marble.

There's Many A Man Hath More Hair Than Wit.