Citties Are Taken By The Eares.

It Costs More To Doe Ill Then To Doe Well. [it Costs More To Do Ill Than To Do Well.]

Warre Is Deaths Feast.

Hee That Dines And Leaves, Layes The Cloth Twice.

My House, My House, Though Thou Art Small, Thou Art To Me The Escurial.

He That Is Once Borne, Once Must Dy.