Blood, Though It Sleep A Time, Yet

I Will Neither Yield To The Song Of The Siren Nor The Voice Of The Hyena, The Tears Of The Crocodile Nor The Howling Of The Wolf.

Flatterers Look Like Friends, As Wolves Like Dogs.

Who Hath No Faith To Man, To God Hath None.

Make Ducks And Drakes With Shillings.

Archers Ever Have Two Strings To Bow; And Shall Great Cupid (archer Of Archers Both In Men And Women), Be Worse Provided Than A Common Archer?