At Boulogne there are more traps than mice.

White and black[[33]] were the making of Venice.

A hundred Dutchmen, a hundred knives.

A hundred Frenchmen, no knives.

A hundred Scots, two hundred knives.[[34]]

In Italy—too many feasts, too many chiefs, too many storms.

The Spaniard seems wise, and is not.

The Frenchman seems a fool, and is not.

The Italian seems wise, and is so.

The Portuguese seems a fool, and is so.[[35]]