To A Great Night, A Great Lanthorne.

It's A Proud Horse That Will Not Carry His Owne Provender.

All Are Not Merry That Dance Lightly.

He Who Cannot Forgive Breaks The Bridge Over Which He Himself Must Pass.

The Ill That Comes Out Of Our Mouth Falles Into Our Bosome.

A Good Judge Conceives Quickly, Judges Slowly.