War Is Death's Feast.

The Longest Day Hath An Eueninge.

To Go Upon The Franciscans Hackney (i.e. On Foot).

He That Will Enter Into Paradise, Must Have A Good Key.

Throw Away Thy Rod, Throw Away Thy Wrath; O My God, Take The Gentle Path.

The Perswasion Of The Fortunate Swaies The Doubtfull.