Great Peace Is Found In Little Busy-ness.

He Who Accepts His Poverty Unhurt I'd Say Is Rich Although He Lacked A Shirt. But Truly Poor Are They Who Whine And Fret And Covet What They Cannot Hope To Get.

Take A Cat, Nourish It Well With Milk And Tender Meat, Make It A Couch Of Silk.

Truth Is The Highest Thing That Man May Keep.

For Oute Of Olde Feldys, As Men Sey, Comyth Al This Newe Corn From Yer To Yere; And Out Of Olde Bokis, In Good Fey, Comyth Al This Newe Science That Men Lere.

Felds Hath Eyen, And Wode Have Eres.