Thinke Of Ease, But Worke On.

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

Who Hath A Wolfe For His Mate, Needes A Dog For His Man.

God Sends A Curst Cow Short Horns.

A Man Of Great Memory Without Learning Hath A Rock And A Spindle And No Staff To Spin.

A City That Parlies Is Half Gotten. [a City That Parleys Is Half Gotten.]