By |2015-07-21T14:38:34-05:00July 26th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Truth|

Flee fro the pres, and dwelle with sothfastnessë, Suffyce unto thy good, though it be smal; For hord hath hate, and climbing tikelnessë, Pres hath envye, and welë blent overal; Savour no more than thee bihovë shal; Reule thyself, that other folk canst redë; And trouthë shal delivere, it is no dredë. […]