Woe To The Cook Whose Sauce Has

Murder Will Out, This My Conclusion.

He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom And Curteisye.

My House Is Small, But You Are Learned Men And By Your Arguments Can Make A Place Twenty Foot Broad As Infinite As Space.

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

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.