Cloath Thee In War, Arme Thee In

Three Can Hold Their Peace, If Two Be Away.

Where You Thinke There Is Bacon, There Is No Chimney.

He That Hath Lands Hath Quarrells.

Vertue Flies From The Heart Of A Mercenary Man.

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.