And Gladly Would He Learn, And Gladly

The Gretteste Clerkes Been Noght Wisest Men.

Love Will Not Be Constrain'd By Mastery. When Mast'ry Comes, The God Of Love Anon Beateth His Wings, And, Farewell, He Is Gone. Love Is A Thing As Any Spirit Free.

Many Small Make A Great.

A Yokel Mind Loves Stories From Of Old, Being The Kind It Can Repeat And Hold.

. . . If Gold Rust, What Then Will Iron Do?/ For If A Priest Be Foul In Whom We Trust/ No Wonder That A Common Man Should Rust. . . .