Great Griefs Medicine The Less.

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

Learning Is But An Adjunct To Ourself, And Where We Are Our Learning Likewise Is.

Discomfort Guides My Tongue And Bids Me Speak Of Nothing But Despair.

The Fire Seven Times Tried This; Seven Times Tried That Judgement Is That Did Never Choose Amiss Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadows Bliss, There Be Fool Alive, I Wis Silverd O'er, And So Was This Take What Wife You Will To Bed I Will Ever Be Your Head. So Be Gone; You Are Sped.

Let Us, Like Merchants, Show Our Foulest Wares, And Think Perchance They'll Sell; If Not, The Lustre Of The Better Yet To Show Shall Show The Better.