That Field Hath Eyen, And The Wood

Make A Virtue Of Necessity.

The Guilty Think All Talk Is Of Themselves.

Great Peace Is Found In Little Busy-ness.

Time Lost, As Men May See, For Nothing May Recovered Be.

Fo Lo, The Gentil Kind Of The Lioun! For When A Flye Offendeth Him Or Byteth, He With His Tayl Awey The Flye Smyteth Al Esily, For, Of His Genterye, Him Deyneth Net To Wreke Him On A Flye, As Cloth A Curre Or Elles Another Beste.