Every One Hath A Foole In His

Light Burdens, Long Borne, Grow Heavy.

No Hair So Small But Hath His Shadow.

When Thou Dost Tell Another's Jest, Therein Omit The Oaths, Which True Wit Cannot Need; Pick Out Of Tales The Mirth, But Not The Sin.

Princes Are Venison In Heaven.

Help = H(umor), E-go, Edging God Out, L-istening, P-urpose