The Command Of Custome Is Great.

Everyone Thinks His Sack Heaviest.

A Scepter Is One Thing, And A Ladle Another.

Long Jesting Was Never Good.

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.

You Cannot Flea A Stone.