War Is Death's Feast.

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.

Envy Not Greatness: For Thou Mak'st Thereby Thyself The Worse, And So The Distance Greater.

That Which Sufficeth Is Not Little.

Dogs Are Fine In The Field.

Being On Sea Saile, Being On Land Settle. [being On Sea, Sail; Being On Land, Settle.]