How Every Fool Can Play

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives, In Your Weakness, Strength Unto Your Foe, And So Your Follies Fight Against Yourself. Fear, And Be Slain--so Worse Can Come To Fight; And Fight And Die Is Death Destroying Death, Where Fearing Dying Pays Death Servile Breath.

Truth Will Come To Sight; Murder Cannot Be Hid Long.

Methinks A Father Is At The Nuptial Of His Son A Guest That Best Becomes The Table.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.

Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.