That He Is Gentil That Doth Gentil

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

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.

Oon Ere It Herde, At Tother Out It Went.

If Gold Rusts, What Then Can Iron Do?

Look Up On High, And Thank The God Of All.