They Favour Learning Whose Actions Are Worthy

You Cannot Make A Windmill Go With A Pair Of Bellows.

Church Bells Beyond The Stars Heard, The Soul's Blood, The Land Of Spices; Something Understood.

Chuse None For Thy Servant Who Have Served Thy Betters.

A Pittifull Mother Makes A Scald Head.

No Profit To Honour, No Honour To Religion.