It Is Nought Good A Sleping Hound

Remember In The Forms Of Speech Comes Change Within A Thousand Years, And Words That Then Were Well Esteemed, Seem Foolish Now And Strange; And Yet They Spake Them So, Time And Again, And Thrived In Love As Well As Any Men; And So To Win Their Loves In Sundry Days, In Sundry Lands There Are As Many Ways.

And So It Is In Politics, Dear Brother, Each For Himself Alone, There Is No Other.

Many Small Make A Great.

Drunkenness Is The Very Sepulcher Of Man's Wit And His Discretion.

One Eare It Heard, At The Other Out It Went.