Though God Take The Sunne Out Of

Where The Drink Goes In, There The Wit Goes Out.

Love Bade Me Welcome, But My Soul Drew Back.

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

He That Hath One Foot In The Straw, Hath Another In The Spittle.

The Dark Grave, Which Knows All Secrets, Can Alone Reclaim The Fatal Doubt Once Cast On A Woman's Name.