Short Boughs, Long Vintage.

War Is Death's Feast.

Never Was A Miser A Brave Soul.

The Sundaies Of Man's Life, Thredded Together On Time's String, Make Bracelets To Adorn The Wife Of The Eternal, Glorious King. On Sunday Heaven's Gates Stand Ope; Blessings Are Plentiful And Rife. More Plentiful Than Hope.

The Hole Calls The Thiefe. [the Hole Calls The Thief.]

A Scepter Is One Thing, And A Ladle Another.