The Cat Would Eat Fish

Drunkenness Is The Very Sepulcher Of Man's Wit And His Discretion.

There's Never A New Fashion But It's Old.

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.

Go, Little Booke! Go, My Little Tragedie!

All Good Things Must Come To An End.