Night is the mother of counsels.
Count not fowre except you have them in a wallett.
Exalted Manna, gladness of the best, Heaven in ordinary, man well drest.
A faire death honours the whole life.
Amiens was taken by the Fox, and retaken by the Lion.
Were it not for the bone in the legge, all the world would turne Carpenters (to make them crutches).