He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom

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

And Gladly Wolde He Lerne, And Gladly Teche.

For Out Of Old Fields, As Men Saith, Cometh All This New Corn From Year To Year; And Out Of Old Books, In Good Faith, Cometh All This New Science That Men Learn.

In The Stars Is Written The Death Of Every Man.

He That Loveth God Will Do Diligence To Please God By His Works, And Abandon Himself, With All His Might, Well For To Do.