Castles Are Forrests Of Stones.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.

The First Blow Is As Much As Two.

Better Be A Foole Then A Knave. [better Be A Fool Than A Knave.]

In The Mouth Of A Bad Dog Fals Often A Good Bone.

Stay A Little And News Will Find You.