France Is A Meddow That Cuts Thrice

The Tree That Growes Slowly, Keepes It Selfe For Another.

Forbeare Not Sowing Because Of Birds.

My House, My House, Though Thou Art Small, Thou Art To Me The Escurial.

There Were No Ill Language, If It Were Not Ill Taken.

A Pittifull Looke Askes Enough.