Truth Is The Highest Thing That Man

Nowhere So Busy A Man As He There Was And Yet He Seemed Busier Than He Was.

Til That The Brighte Sonne Loste His Hewe; For Th'orisonte Hath Reft The Sonne His Lyght; This Is As Muche To Seye As It Was Nyght!

Murder Will Out, This My Conclusion.

Remember In The Forms Of Speech Comes Change Within A Thousand Years, And Words That Then Were Well Esteemed, Seem Foolish Now And Strange; And Yet They Spake Them So, Time And Again, And Thrived In Love As Well As Any Men; And So To Win Their Loves In Sundry Days, In Sundry Lands There Are As Many Ways.

Take A Cat, Nourish It Well With Milk And Tender Meat, Make It A Couch Of Silk.