To The Counsel Of Fools A Wooden

Lie Not, Neither To Thyself, Nor Man, Nor God. Let Mouth And Heart Be One; Beat And Speak Together, And Make Both Felt In Action. It Is For Cowards To Lie.

For All May Have, If They Dare To Try, A Glorious Life, Or Grave.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone.

Where There Is No Honour, There Is No Griefe.

Hee Wrongs Not An Old Man That Steales His Supper From Him.