We Little Know The Things For Which

One Shouldn't Be Too Inquisitive In Life Either About God's Secrets Or One's Wife.

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

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.

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.

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