Habit Maketh No Monk, Ne Wearing Of

There's No Workman, Whatsoever He Be, That May Both Work Well And Hastily.

The Gretteste Clerkes Been Noght Wisest Men.

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

Or As An Ook Comth Of A Litel Spir, So Thorugh This Lettre, Which That She Hym Sente, Encressen Gan Desir, Of Which He Brente.

The Life So Brief, The Art So Long In The Learning, The Attempt So Hard, The Conquest So Sharp, The Fearful Joy That Ever Slips Away So Quickly - By All This I Mean Love, Which So Sorely Astounds My Feeling With Its Wondrous Operation, That When I Think Upon It I Scarce Know Whether I Wake Or Sleep.