In Love There Is But Little Rest.

The Smylere With The Knyf Under The Cloke.

The Proverbe Saith That Many A Smale Maketh A Grate.

I Am Right Sorry For Your Heavinesse.

First He Wrought, And Afterwards He Taught.

A Whetstone Is No Carving Instrument, And Yet It Maketh Sharp The Carving Tool; And If You See My Efforts Wrongly Spent, Eschew That Course And Learn Out Of My School; For Thus The Wise May Profit By The Fool, And Edge His Wit, And Grow More Keen And Wary, For Wisdom Shines Opposed To Its Contrary.