Bien Predica Quien Bien Vive. He Preaches

It Takes All Sorts (to Make A World

But My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering; And I Did Like The Countryman, Who Looked For His Ass While He Was Mounted On His Back.

Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

Thou Art A Cat, And A Rat, And A Coward.

Treason Pleases, But Not The Traitor.