That He Is Gentil That Doth Gentil

Ek Gret Effect Men Write In Place Lite; Th'entente Is Al, And Nat The Lettres Space.

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

Death Is The End Of Every Worldly Pain.

For Out Of Old Fields, As Men Saith, Cometh All This New Corn From Year To Year; And Out Of Old Books, In Good Faith, Cometh All This New Science That Men Learn.

With Empty Hand No Man Can Lure A Hawk.