When War Begins, Then Hell Openeth.

Ill Comes In By Ells, And Goes Out By Inches.

When God Will, No Winde But Brings Raine.

Vertue Flies From The Heart Of A Mercenary Man.

True Beauty Dwells On High: Ours Is A Flame But Borrowed Thence To Light Us Thither. Beauty And Beauteous Words Should Go Together.

Hee That Demands Misseth Not, Unlesse His Demands Be Foolish.