The Vertue Of A Coward Is Suspition.

He That Hath Love In His Brest, Hath Spurres In His Sides.

Women Laugh When They Can, And Weepe When They Will.

A Feather In Hand Is Better Then A Bird In The Ayre.

My House, My House, Though Thou Art Small, Thou Art To Me The Escurial.

The Comforters Head Never Akes.