But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

Oft Have I Heard Both Youths And Virgins Say, Birds Chuse Their Mates And Couple Too This Day: But By Their Flight I Never Can Devine When I Shall Couple With My Valentine.

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.

Outdid The Meat, Outdid The Frolic Wine.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun.