For Tyme Ylost May Nought Recovered Be.

There's Never A New Fashion But It's Old.

Great Peace Is Found In Little Busy-ness.

Til That The Brighte Sonne Loste His Hewe; For Th'orisonte Hath Reft The Sonne His Lyght; This Is As Muche To Seye As It Was Nyght!

For Of Fortunes Sharp Adversitee The Worst Kynde Of Infortune Is This, A Man To Han Ben In Prosperitee, And It Remembren, Whan It Passed Is.

Men Love Newfangleness.