Min Be The Travaille, And Thin Be

This Flour Of Wifly Patience.

People Can Die Of Mere Imagination.

For Out Of Old Fields, As Men Saith, Cometh All This New Corn From Year To Year; And Out Of Old Books, In Good Faith, Cometh All This New Science That Men Learn.

And Gladly Wolde He Lerne, And Gladly Teche.

Forbid Us Something, And That Thing We Desire.