Every Thing New Is Fine.

Call Me Not An Olive, Till Thou See Me Gathered.

In An Hundred Elles Of Contention, There Is Not An Inch Of Love.

The Rage Of A Wild Boar Is Able To Spoil More Then One Wood.

True Beauty Lives On High. Ours Is But A Flame Borrowed Thence.

Brabling Curres Never Want Torne Eares.