Great Peace Is Found In Little Busy-ness.

Love Will Not Be Constrain'd By Mastery. When Mast'ry Comes, The God Of Love Anon Beateth His Wings, And, Farewell, He Is Gone. Love Is A Thing As Any Spirit Free.

Go, Little Booke! Go, My Little Tragedie!

Whoso Will Pray, He Must Fast And Be Clean, And Fat His Soul, And Make His Body Lean.

Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

The Gretteste Clerkes Been Noght Wisest Men.