Who Then May Trust The Dice, At

For Tyme Ylost May Nought Recovered Be.

What Is Better Than Wisdom? Woman. And What Is Better Than A Good Woman? Nothing.

Right As An Aspen Lefe She Gan To Quake.

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

Oon Ere It Herde, At Tother Out It Went.