With Empty Hand No Man Can Lure

Murder Will Out, This My Conclusion.

Ther Nis No Werkman, Whatsoevere He Be, That May Bothe Werke Wel And Hastily.

One Flesh They Are; And One Flesh, So I'd Guess, Has But One Heart, Come Grief Or Happiness.

Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

For Tyme Y-lost May Not Recovered Be.