He That Makes A Good War Makes

Harken To Reason Or Shee Will Bee Heard.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

Short Boughs, Long Vintage.

Hast Comes Not Alone.

He That Will Not Have Peace, God Gives Him Warre. [he That Will Not Have Peace, God Gives Him War.]