Love, One Time, Layeth Burdens; Another Time,

Our Erected Wit Maketh Us To Know What Perfection Is.

Scoffing Cometh Not Of Wisdom.

A Noble Cause Doth Ease Much A Grievous Case.

Who Doth Desire That Chaste His Wife Should Be, First Be He True, For Truth Doth Truth Deserve.

Solitude, The Sly Enemy That Doth Separate A Man From Well-doing.