Who Will Sell The Cow, Must Say

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee.

None Is A Fool Always, Everyone Sometimes.

Throw Away Thy Rod, Throw Away Thy Wrath; O My God, Take The Gentle Path.

Every Day Brings His Bread With It.

By Suppers More Have Been Killed Than Galen Ever Cured