Every Honest Miller Has A Golden Thumb.

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

Thus With Hir Fader For A Certeyn Space Dwelleth This Flour Of Wyfly Pacience, That Neither By Hir Wordes Ne Hir Face Biforn The Folk, Ne Eek In Her Absence, Ne Shewed She That Hir Was Doon Offence.

Great Peace Is Found In Little Busy-ness.

The Bisy Larke, Messager Of Day.

It Is Nought Good A Sleping Hound To Wake.