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Fo Lo, The Gentil Kind Of The Lioun! For When A Flye Offendeth Him Or Byteth, He With His Tayl Awey The Flye Smyteth Al Esily, For, Of His Genterye, Him Deyneth Net To Wreke Him On A Flye, As Cloth A Curre Or Elles Another Beste.

Death Is The End Of Every Worldly Pain.

Fie On Possession, But If A Man Be Vertuous Withal.

Strike While The Iron Is Hot.

One Shouldn't Be Too Inquisitive In Life Either About God's Secrets Or One's Wife.