Thursday Come, And The Week's Gone.

Give A Clown Your Finger, And He Will Take Your Hand.

The Great Would Have None Great And The Little All Little.

He That Will Enter Into Paradise, Must Have A Good Key.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

Night Is The Mother Of Counsels.