Of Harmes Two The Lesse Is For

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

If Gold Rusts, What Then Can Iron Do?

Right As An Aspen Lefe She Gan To Quake.

Full Wise Is He That Can Himselven Knowe.

Certain, When I Was Born, So Long Ago, Death Drew The Tap Of Life And Let It Flow; And Ever Since The Tap Has Done Its Task, And Now There's Little But An Empty Cask.