Be Not Thy Tongue Thy Own Shame's

On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly After Summer Merrily.

Make Passionate My Sense Of Hearing.

Time Travels In Divers Paces With Divers Persons.

If By Chance I Talk A Little Wild, Forgive Me; I Had It From My Father.

Stay, My Lord, And Let Your Reason With Your Choler Question What 'tis You Go About: To Climb Steep Hills Requires Slow Pace At First: Anger Is Like A Full-hot Horse, Who Being Allow'd His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him. Not A Man In England Can Advise Me Like You: Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.