Habit Maketh No Monk, Ne Wearing Of

Thou Shalt Make Castels Thanne In Spayne And Dreme Of Joye, All But In Vayne.

Ther Nis No Werkman, Whatsoevere He Be, That May Bothe Werke Wel And Hastily.

Pitee Renneth Soone In Gentil Herte.

Ful Wys Is He That Kan Hymselven Knowe.

If Gold Ruste, What Shall Iren Do?