Threatned Men Eat Bread, Says The Spaniard.

The Tree That God Plants, No Winde Hurts It.

He That Dies Without The Company Of Good Men Puts Not Himselfe Into A Good Way.

The Wind In Ones Face Makes One Wise.

Dare To Be True. Nothing Can Need A Lie: A Fault Which Needs It Most, Grows Two Thereby.

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?