Murder Will Out, This My Conclusion.

Trouthe Is The Hyest Thyng That Man May Kepe.

Soun Is Noght But Air Ybroken, And Every Speche That Is Spoken, Loud Or Privee, Foul Or Fair, In His Substaunce Is But Air; For As Flaumbe Is But Lighted Smoke, Right So Soun Is Air Ybroke.

This World Nys But A Thurghfare Ful Of Wo, And We Been Pilgrymes, Passynge To And Fro.

I Hold A Mouses Wit Not Worth A Leke, That Hath But On Hole For To Sterten To.

Men Love Newfangleness.