And Then The Wren Gan Scippen And

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

For Of Fortunes Sharp Adversitee The Worst Kynde Of Infortune Is This, A Man To Han Ben In Prosperitee, And It Remembren, Whan It Passed Is.

. . . 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. . . .

Full Wise Is He That Can Himselven Knowe.

To Maken Vertue Of Necessite.