For Of Fortunes Sharp Adversitee The Worst

First He Wrought, And Afterwards He Taught.

Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

. . . 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. . . .

Ful Wys Is He That Kan Hymselven Knowe.

For Out Of Old Fields, As Men Saith, Cometh All This New Corn From Year To Year; And Out Of Old Books, In Good Faith, Cometh All This New Science That Men Learn.