Do Not Tell Secrets To Those Whose

God Forgive You, But I Never Can.

He That Will Forget God, Will Also Forget His Benefactors.

If We Still Advise We Shall Never Do.

If Our Web Be Framed With Rotten Handles, When Our Loom Is Well Nigh Done, Our Work Is New To Begin. God Send The Weaver True Prentices Again, And Let Them Be Denizens.

Monarchs Ought To Put To Death The Authors And Instigators Of War, As Their Sworn Enemies And As Dangers To Their States.