Mercy Surpasses Justice.

For Hym Was Levere Have At His Beddes Heed Twenty Bookes, Clad In Blak Or Reed, Of Aristotle And His Philosophie, Than Robes Riche, Or Fithele, Or Gay Sautrie.

Mercy Surpasses Justice.

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 Tyme Ylost May Nought Recovered Be.

Habit Maketh No Monk, Ne Wearing Of Gilt Spurs Maketh No Knight.