War Makes Thieves And Peace Hangs Them.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

Neither Bribe Nor Loose Thy Right.

A Poore Mans Cow Dies A Rich Mans Child.

Hee That Hath A Fox For His Mate, Hath Neede Of A Net At His Girdle.

One Enemy Is Too Much.