If Money Go Before, All Ways Do

The Clamorous Owl That Nightly Hoots And Wonders At Our Quaint Spirits.

He That Is Giddy Thinks The World Turns Round.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come. And Let My Liver Rather Heat With Wine, Than My Heart Cool With Mortifying Groans.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.

That Man That Hath A Tongue, I Say Is No Man, If With His Tongue He Cannot Win A Woman.