Who Praiseth Saint Peter, Doth Not Blame

The War Is Not Don So Long As My Enemy Lives. [the War Is Not Done So Long As My Enemy Lives.]

The Soule Needs Few Things, The Body Many.

Great Almes-giving Lessens No Mans Living.

Much Money Makes A Countrey Poor, For It Sets A Dearer Price On Every Thing.

Happier Are The Hands Compast With Yron, Then A Heart With Thoughts.