He That Sings On Friday,

He That's Long A Giving, Knowes Not How To Give.

A Litle Wind Kindles; Much Puts Out The Fire.

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

Old Men, When They Scorne Young, Make Much Of Death. [old Men, When They Scorn Young, Make Much Of Death.]

Three Women Make A Market.