And For To See, And Eek For

The Lyf So Short, The Craft So Long To Lerne.

By Nature, Men Love Newfangledness.

The Guilty Think All Talk Is Of Themselves.

. . . If Gold Rust, What Then Will Iron Do?/ For If A Priest Be Foul In Whom We Trust/ No Wonder That A Common Man Should Rust. . . .

First He Wrought, And Afterwards He Taught.