Patience Is A Conquering Virtue.

Thou Shalt Make Castels Thanne In Spayne And Dreme Of Joye, All But In Vayne.

In Love There Is But Little Rest.

Death Is The End Of Every Worldly Pain.

Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

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.