Prosperity Lets Goe The Bridle.

My House, My House, Though Thou Art Small, Thou Art To Me The Escurial.

The Gentle Hawke Halfe Mans Her Selfe.

Love Askes Faith, And Faith Firmenesse.

In Doing We Learne. [in Doing We Learn.]

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.