You Cannot Know Wine By

In War, Hunting, And Love, Men For One Pleasure A Thousand Griefes Prove.

Lie Not, Neither To Thyself, Nor Man, Nor God. Let Mouth And Heart Be One; Beat And Speak Together, And Make Both Felt In Action. It Is For Cowards To Lie.

The Perswasion Of The Fortunate Swaies The Doubtfull.

If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades, Not The Pains. If Well, The Pain Doth Fade, The Joy Remains.

They That Know One Another Salute A Farre Off.