I Am Right Sorry For

Hyt Is Not Al Golde That Glareth.

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

For In Their Hearts Doth Nature Stir Them So Then People Long On Pilgrimage To Go And Palmers To Be Seeking Foreign Strands To Distant Shrines Renowned In Sundry Lands.

With Emptie Hands Men May No Haukes Lure.

Time Lost, As Men May See, For Nothing May Recovered Be.