I Gave My Whole Heart Up, For

For In Their Hearts Doth Nature Stir Them So Then People Long On Pilgrimage To Go And Palmers To Be Seeking Foreign Strands To Distant Shrines Renowned In Sundry Lands.

Harde Is His Heart That Loveth Nought In May.

Ther Nis No Werkman, Whatsoevere He Be, That May Bothe Werke Wel And Hastily.

The Greatest Scholars Are Not Usually The Wisest People.

Truth Is The Highest Thing That Man May Keep.