A Good Local Pub Has Much In

I Will Not Cease From Mental Fight Nor Shall My Sword Sleep In My Hand.

The Whole Business Of Man Is The Arts, & All Things Common.

I Was Angry With My Friend: I Told My Wrath, My Wrath Did End. I Was Angry With My Foe: I Told It Not, My Wrath Did Grow.

The Modest Rose Puts Forth A Thorn,the Humble Sheep A Threat'ning Horn:while The Lily White Shall In Love Delight,nor A Thorn Nor A Threat Stain Her Beauty Bright.

The Fox Provides For Himself, But God Provides For The Lion.