Princes Are Venison In Heaven.

You May Bring A Horse To The River, But He Will Drinke When And What He Pleaseth.

Old Men, When They Scorne Young, Make Much Of Death. [old Men, When They Scorn Young, Make Much Of Death.]

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?

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

In Every Countrey The Sun Rises In The Morning. [in Every Country The Sun Rises In The Morning.]