Murder Will Out, This My Conclusion.

I Gave My Whole Heart Up, For Him To Hold.

And When A Beest Is Deed, He Hath No Peyne; But Man After His Deeth Moot Wepe And Pleyne.

He Who Accepts His Poverty Unhurt I'd Say Is Rich Although He Lacked A Shirt. But Truly Poor Are They Who Whine And Fret And Covet What They Cannot Hope To Get.

Make A Virtue Of Necessity.

With Emptie Hands Men May No Haukes Lure.