To A Greedy Eating Horse A Short

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

Who Is The Honest Man? He That Doth Still And Strongly Good Pursue To God, His Neighbor, And Himself Most True: Whom Neither Force Nor Fawning Can Unpin, Or Wrench From Giving All Their Due.

It Is A Great Victory That Comes Without Blood.

Wine Makes All Sorts Of Creatures At Table.

Advise None To Marry Or Go To War.