Strike While The Iron Is Hot.

Pitee Renneth Soone In Gentil Herte.

Trouthe Is The Hyest Thyng That Man May Kepe.

At The Ches With Me She (fortune) Gan To Pleye; With Her False Draughts (pieces) Dyvers/she Staal On Me, And Took Away My Fers. And When I Sawgh My Fers Awaye, Allas! I Kouthe No Lenger Playe.

Men Love Newfangleness.

There's No Workman, Whatsoever He Be, That May Both Work Well And Hastily.