If Gold Rusts, What Then Can Iron

Great Peace Is Found In Little Busy-ness.

In Love There Is But Little Rest.

For Tyme Ylost May Nought Recovered Be.

Alas, Alas, That Ever Love Was Sin! I Ever Followed Natural Inclination Under The Power Of My Constellation And Was Unable To Deny, In Truth, My Chamber Of Venus To A Likely Youth.

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