If Love Be Good, From Whence Cometh

First He Wrought, And Afterwards He Taught.

People Can Die Of Mere Imagination.

We Little Know The Things For Which We Pray.

. . . If Gold Rust, What Then Will Iron Do?/ For If A Priest Be Foul In Whom We Trust/ No Wonder That A Common Man Should Rust. . . .

But Al Be That He Was A Philosophre, Yet Hadde He But Litel Gold In Cofre.