But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

Roses At First Were White, Till Thy Co'd Not Agree, Whether My Sapho's Breast, Or They More White Sho'd Be.

Fight Thou With Shafts Of Silver, And O'ercome When No Force Else Can Get The Masterdom

Outdid The Meat, Outdid The Frolic Wine.

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.

Whatever Comes, Let's Be Content Withal: Among God's Blessings There Is No One Small.