Gaming, Women, And Wine, While They Laugh

Fortune To One Is Mother, To Another Is Step-mother.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

If The Braine Sowes Not Corne, It Plants Thistles.

There Is No Body Will Go To Hell For Company.

When It Thunders, The Theefe Becomes Honest. [when It Thunders, The Thief Becomes Honest.]