The Lame Goes As Farre As Your

Church Bells Beyond The Stars Heard, The Soul's Blood, The Land Of Spices; Something Understood.

Hee That Makes Himself A Sheep, Shall Be Eat By The Wolfe.

He That Hath Little Is The Lesse Durtie.

A Scepter Is One Thing, And A Ladle Another.

Dry Feet, Warme Head, Bring Safe To Bed.