With Emptie Hands Men May No Haukes

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

I Am Right Sorry For Your Heavinesse.

Nature, The Vicar Of The Almighty Lord.

Ther Nis No Werkman, Whatsoevere He Be, That May Bothe Werke Wel And Hastily.

The Gretteste Clerkes Been Noght Wisest Men.