People Can Die Of Mere Imagination.

The Lyf So Short, The Craft So Longe To Lerne. Th' Assay So Hard, So Sharp The Conquerynge, The Dredful Joye, Alwey That Slit So Yerne; Al This Mene I Be Love... For Out Of Olde Feldes, As Men Seith, Cometh Al This New Corn Fro Yeer To Yere; And Out Of Olde Bokes, In Good Feith, Cometh Al This Newe Science That Men Lere.

Full Wise Is He That Can Himselven Knowe.

With Emptie Hands Men May No Haukes Lure.

What Is Better Than Wisdom? Woman. And What Is Better Than A Good Woman? Nothing.

One Flesh They Are; And One Flesh, So I'd Guess, Has But One Heart, Come Grief Or Happiness.