And Gladly Would He Learn, And Gladly

The Latter End Of Joy Is Woe.

The Greatest Scholars Are Not Usually The Wisest People.

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

How Potent Is The Fancy! People Are So Impressionable, They Can Die Of Imagination.

In April The Sweet Showers Fall And Pierce The Drought Of March To The Root, And All The Veins Are Bathed In Liquor Of Such Power As Brings About The Engendering Of The Flower.