Love Will Not Be Constrain'd By Mastery.

The Proverbe Saith That Many A Smale Maketh A Grate.

For God's Love, Take Things Patiently, Have Sense, Think! We Are Prisoners And Shall Always Be. Fortune Has Given Us This Adversity, Some Wicked Planetary Dispensation, Some Saturn's Trick Or Evil Constellation Has Given Us This, And Heaven, Though We Had Sworn The Contrary, So Stood When We Were Born. We Must Endure It, That's The Long And Short.

Strike While The Iron Is Hot.

Yet In Our Ashen Cold Is Fire Yreken.

Mordre Wol Out, That Se We Day By Day.