Felds Hath Eyen, And Wode Have Eres.

. . . If Gold Rust, What Then Will Iron Do?/ For If A Priest Be Foul In Whom We Trust/ No Wonder That A Common Man Should Rust. . . .

Habit Maketh No Monk, Ne Wearing Of Gilt Spurs Maketh No Knight.

Great Peace Is Found In Little Busy-ness.

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

The Bisy Larke, Messager Of Day.