Men Love Newfangleness.

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.

Mordre Wol Out, That Se We Day By Day.

Eke Wonder Last But Nine Deies Never In Toun.

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

Drunkenness Is The Very Sepulcher Of Man's Wit And His Discretion.