Fear Keepes And Looks To

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear.

Who Will Make A Doore Of Gold Must Knock A Naile Every Day.

The Great Would Have None Great And The Little All Little.

God Complaines Not, But Doth What Is Fitting.

The World Is Now Adayes, God Save The Conquerour.