What Your Glasse Telles You, Will Not

Where There Is Peace, God Is.

Vertue Flies From The Heart Of A Mercenary Man.

He That Serves, Must Serve.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

The Wolfe Must Dye In His Owne Skinne.