Who Praiseth Saint Peter, Doth Not Blame

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

He That Speakes Sowes, And He That Holds His Peace, Gathers.

Hee Commands Enough That Obeyes A Wise Man.

Vertue Never Growes Old.

Vertue Flies From The Heart Of A Mercenary Man.