Ill Comes In By Ells, And Goes

A Piece Of A Churchyard Fits Everybody.

We Batchelors Laugh And Shew Our Teeth, But You Married Men Laugh Till Your Hearts Ake.

Take Heede Of The Viniger Of Sweet Wine.

Though Punishment Be Slow, Still It Comes.

Religion, Credit, And The Eye Are Not To Be Touched.