No Hair So Small But Hath His

When A Lackey Comes To Hells Doore, The Devills Locke The Gates.

A Curst Cow Hath Short Hornes. [a Curst Cow Has Short Horns.]

The War Is Not Don So Long As My Enemy Lives. [the War Is Not Done So Long As My Enemy Lives.]

Lie Not, Neither To Thyself, Nor Man, Nor God. Let Mouth And Heart Be One; Beat And Speak Together, And Make Both Felt In Action. It Is For Cowards To Lie.

Wine Makes All Sorts Of Creatures At Table.