Feare, The Bedle Of The Law.

The Thought Hath Good Leggs, And The Quill A Good Tongue.

Empty Chambers Make Foolish Maides.

My House, My House, Though Thou Art Small, Thou Art To Me The Escurial.

By Suppers More Have Been Killed Than Galen Ever Cured

Power Seldome Grows Old At Court.