Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

I Will Be Brief. Your Noble Son Is Mad.

Care For Us! True, Indeed! They Ne'er Cared For Us Yet: Suffer Us To Famish, And Their Storehouses Crammed With Grain; Make Edicts For Usury, To Support Usurers; Repeal Daily Any Wholesome Act Established Against The Rich, And Provide More Piercing Statutes Daily To Chain Up And Restrain The Poor. If The Wars Eat Us Not Up, They Will; And There's All The Love They Bear Us.

The Strawberry Grows Underneath The Nettle And Wholesome Berries Thrive And Ripen Best Neighbour'd By Fruit Of Baser Quality.

Crowns In My Purse I Have, And Goods At Home, And So Am Come Abroad To See The World.