Travelers Never Did Lie, Though

The Weakest Goes To The Wall.

Stones Have Been Known To Move And Trees To Speak.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

I Am A True Laborer: I Earn That I Eat, Get That I Wear, Owe No Man Hate, Envy No Man's Happiness, Glad Of Other Men's Good, Content With My Harm.

The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing, And Is Not Careful What They Mean Thereby, Knowing That With The Shadow Of His Wings He Can At Pleasure Stint Their Melody: Even So Mayest Thou The Giddy Men Of Rome.