The Fields Have Eyes, And The Woods

Death Is The End Of Every Worldly Pain.

Loke Who That Is Most Vertuous Alway, Prive And Apert, And Most Entendeth Ay To Do The Gentil Dedes That He Can, And Take Him For The Gretest Gentilman.

And So It Is In Politics, Dear Brother, Each For Himself Alone, There Is No Other.

Purity In Body And Heart May Please Some--as For Me, I Make No Boast. For, As You Know, No Master Of A Household Has All Of His Utensils Made Of Gold; Some Are Wood, And Yet They Are Of Use.

He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom And Curteisye.