Great Peace Is Found In Little Busy-ness.

If A Man Really Loves A Woman, Of Course He Wouldn't Marry Her For The World If He Were Not Quite Sure That He Was The Best Person She Could Possibly Marry.

In The Stars Is Written The Death Of Every Man.

Habit Maketh No Monk, Ne Wearing Of Gilt Spurs Maketh No Knight.

For Many A Pasty Have You Robbed Of Blood, And Many A Jack Of Dover Have You Sold That Has Been Heated Twice And Twice Grown Cold. From Many A Pilgrim Have You Had Christ's Curse, For Of Your Parsley They Yet Fare The Worse, Which They Have Eaten With Your Stubble Goose; For In Your Shop Full Many A Fly Is Loose.

And Brought Of Mighty Ale A Large Quart.