The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of

A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age.

Small Cheer And Great Welcome Makes A Merry Feast.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty. Still In Thy Right Hand Carry Gentle Peace, To Silence Envious Tongues.

Faith, Stay Here This Night; They Will Surely Do Us No Harm; You Saw They Speak Us Fair, Give Us Gold; Methinks They Are Such A Gentle Nation That, But For The Mountain Of Mad Flesh That Claims Marriage Of Me, Could Find In My Heart To Stay Here Still And Turn Witch.

Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King Keeps Death His Court.