War Is Death's Feast.

If Folly Were Griefe Every House Would Weepe. [if Folly Were Grief, Every House Would Weep.]

Hee Pays Too Deare For Honey That Licks It From Thornes.

He That Makes A Good War Makes A Good Peace.

He That Hath Time And Looks For Better Time, Time Comes That He Repents Himself Of Time.

For All May Have, If They Dare To Try, A Glorious Life, Or Grave.