Drunkenness Is The Very Sepulcher Of Man's

Woe To The Cook Whose Sauce Has No Sting.

But All Thing Which That Shineth As The Gold Ne Is No Gold, As I Have Herd It Told.

The Guilty Think All Talk Is Of Themselves.

And Then The Wren Gan Scippen And To Daunce.

Ther Nis No Werkman, Whatsoevere He Be, That May Bothe Werke Wel And Hastily.