Right As An Aspen Lefe She Gan

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

Strike While The Iron Is Hot.

He Who Accepts His Poverty Unhurt I'd Say Is Rich Although He Lacked A Shirt. But Truly Poor Are They Who Whine And Fret And Covet What They Cannot Hope To Get.

For In Their Hearts Doth Nature Stir Them So Then People Long On Pilgrimage To Go And Palmers To Be Seeking Foreign Strands To Distant Shrines Renowned In Sundry Lands.

The Gretteste Clerkes Been Noght Wisest Men.