Felds Hath Eyen, And Wode Have Eres.

Thou Shalt Make Castels Thanne In Spayne And Dreme Of Joye, All But In Vayne.

. . . 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. . . .

One Cannot Be Avenged For Every Wrong; According To The Occasion, Everyone Who Knows How, Must Use Temperance.

To Maken Vertue Of Necessite.

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