A Man Loves The Meat In His

More Fools Know Jack Fool Than Jack Fool Knows.

Within The Book And Volume Of Thy Brain.

The Eye Sees All, But The Mind Shows Us What We Want To See.

Rumour Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures And Of So Easy And So Plain A Stop That The Blunt Monster With Uncounted Heads, The Still-discordant Wavering Multitude, Can Play Upon It.

Base Is The Slave That Pays.