Thornes Whiten Yet Doe Nothing.

The Hole Calls The Thiefe. [the Hole Calls The Thief.]

Water, Fire, And Souldiers, Quickly Make Roome. [water, Fire, And Soldiers Quickly Make Room.]

A Tyrant Is Most Tyrant To Himselfe.

Of The Smells, Bread; Of The Tastes, Salt.

Death Keepes No Calender.