One Hour's Sleep Before Midnight

The Ill That Comes Out Of Our Mouth Falles Into Our Bosome.

Thou Hast Death In Thy House, And Dost Bewaile Anothers.

He That Praiseth Himselfe Spattereth Himselfe. [he That Praiseth Himself Spatteteth Himself.]

War Is Death's Feast.

He That Hath Little Is The Lesse Durtie.