Ful Wys Is He That Kan Hymselven

A Love Grown Old Is Not The Love Once New.

How Potent Is The Fancy! People Are So Impressionable, They Can Die Of Imagination.

He Who Accepts His Poverty Unhurt I'd Say Is Rich Although He Lacked A Shirt. But Truly Poor Are They Who Whine And Fret And Covet What They Cannot Hope To Get.

But Al Be That He Was A Philosophre, Yet Hadde He But Litel Gold In Cofre.

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