Many A True Word Is Spoken In

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

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

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.

To Maken Vertue Of Necessite.

Look Up On High, And Thank The God Of All.