The Thought Hath Good Leggs, And The

The Gowne Is His That We Ares It, And The World His That Enjoyes It.

True Beauty Lives On High. Ours Is But A Flame Borrowed Thence.

Welcome Evill, If Thou Commest Alone. [welcome Evil, If Thou Comest Alone.]

Trust Not One Night's Ice.

He That Passeth A Winters Day Escapes An Enemy.