Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp

Women Are Angels, Wooing: Things Won Are Done; Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing: That She Beloved Knows Naught, That Knows Not This-- Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

Things Done Well And With A Care, Exempt Themselves From Fear.

Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds.

Preposterous Ass, That Never Read So Far To Know The Cause Why Music Was Ordain'd! Was It Not To Refresh The Mind Of Man, After His Studies Or His Usual Pain?

Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.