Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

I Know A Bank Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows, Quite Over-canopied With Luscious Woodbine, With Sweet Musk-roses And With Eglantine.

And What’s He Then That Says I Play The Villain?

An Honest Tale Speeds Best Being Plainly Told.

Mend When Thou Canst; Be Better At Thy Leisure.

As You Are Old And Reverend, You Should Be Wise.