Three Can Hold Their Peace, If Two

True Beauty Dwells On High: Ours Is A Flame But Borrowed Thence To Light Us Thither. Beauty And Beauteous Words Should Go Together.

Losse Embraceth Shame.

Night Is The Mother Of Counsels.

Every One Is Weary, The Poore In Seeking, The Rich In Keeping, The Good In Learning.

When War Begins, Then Hell Openeth.