Night Is The Mother Of Counsels.

Hee That Keepes His Owne Makes Warre.

His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.

A Mountaine And A River Are Good Neighbours.

If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades, Not The Pains. If Well, The Pain Doth Fade, The Joy Remains.

But Who Does Hawk At Eagles With A Dove?