All Flesh Is Not Venison.

The Escaped Mouse Ever Feeles The Taste Of The Bait. [the Escaped Mouse Ever Feels The Taste Of The Bait.]

Great Trees Are Good For Nothing But Shade.

Brabling Curres Never Want Torne Eares.

It's An Ill Aire Where Wee Gaine Nothing.

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?