Facts Are The Enemy Of Truth.

Now Blessings Light On Him That First Invented This Same Sleep. It Covers A Man All Over, Thoughts And All, Like A Cloak.

There Is A Time For Some Things, And A Time For All Things; A Time For Great Things, And A Time For Small Things.

Nay, What Is Worse, Perhaps Turn Poet, Which, They Say, Is An Infectious And Incurable Distemper.

When The Head Aches, All The Members Partake Of The Pain.

Every One In His Own House And God In All Of Them.