Felds Hath Eyen, And Wode Have Eres.

Drunkenness Is The Very Sepulcher Of Man's Wit And His Discretion.

Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

Murder Will Out, This My Conclusion.

He Is Gentle That Doeth Gentle Deeds.

For Hym Was Levere Have At His Beddes Heed Twenty Bookes, Clad In Blak Or Reed, Of Aristotle And His Philosophie, Than Robes Riche, Or Fithele, Or Gay Sautrie.