The Death Of Wolves Is The Safety

To Gaine Teacheth How To Spend. [to Gain Teacheth How To Spend.]

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

Hee That Hath A Fox For His Mate, Hath Neede Of A Net At His Girdle.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

Great Fortune Brings With It Great Misfortune.