One Eare It Heard, At The Other

Ther Nis No Werkman, Whatsoevere He Be, That May Bothe Werke Wel And Hastily.

The Handsome Gifts That Fate And Nature Lend Us Most Often Are The Very Ones That End Us.

And When A Beest Is Deed, He Hath No Peyne; But Man After His Deeth Moot Wepe And Pleyne.

For Tyme Ylost May Nought Recovered Be.

Remember In The Forms Of Speech Comes Change Within A Thousand Years, And Words That Then Were Well Esteemed, Seem Foolish Now And Strange; And Yet They Spake Them So, Time And Again, And Thrived In Love As Well As Any Men; And So To Win Their Loves In Sundry Days, In Sundry Lands There Are As Many Ways.