Cloath Thee In War, Arme Thee In

To Go Upon The Franciscans Hackney (i.e. On Foot).

Hee That Makes Himself A Sheep, Shall Be Eat By The Wolfe.

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

The Germans Wit Is In His Fingers.

Threatned Men Eat Bread, Says The Spaniard.