If Gold Rusts, What Then Can Iron

Habit Maketh No Monk, Ne Wearing Of Gilt Spurs Maketh No Knight.

There's No Workman, Whatsoever He Be, That May Both Work Well And Hastily.

And Brought Of Mighty Ale A Large Quart.

And Gladly Would He Learn, And Gladly Teach

Death Is The End Of Every Worldly Pain.