Tell The Truth And Shame

If In Your Soil It Takes, To Heaven A Thousand Thousand Thanks Be Given; And Say With France, It Goodly Goes, Where The Pantagruelion Grows.

Believe Me, 'tis A Godlike Thing To Lend; To Owe Is A Heroic Virtue.

Between Two Stools One Sits On The Ground.

Ignorance Is The Mother Of All Evils.

Bottle, Whose Mysterious Deep Do's Ten Thousand Secrets Keep, With Attentive Ear I Wait; Ease My Mind, And Speak My Fate.