Wars Are Not Paid For

Time Eateth All Things, Could Old Poets Say, The Times Are Chang'd, Our Times Drink All Away.

Little Boats Should Keep Near Shore

Keep Out Of The Sight Of Feasts And Banquets As Much As May Be; For 'tis More Difficult To Refrain Good Cheer, When It's Present, Than From The Desire Of It When It Is Away; The Like You May Observe In The Objects Of All The Other Senses.

Pen, Wax And Parchment Govern The World.

A Lie Stands On One Leg, Truth On Two.