Let Not Him That Feares

Chuse A Horse Made, And A Wife To Make.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Seasoned Timber, Never Gives.

Sink Not In Spirit; Who Aimeth At The Sky Shoots Higher Much Than He That Means A Tree.

War Is Death's Feast.

Hee That Should Have What Hee Hath Not, Should Doe What He Doth Not.