At The Games End We Shall See

His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.

Better Speake Truth Rudely, Then Lye Covertly.

It's Better To Be Head Of A Lyzard, Then The Tayle Of A Lyon.

Church Bells Beyond The Stars Heard, The Soul's Blood, The Land Of Spices; Something Understood.

He That Is Warme, Thinkes All So.