Patience Is A Conquering Virtue.

Or As An Ook Comth Of A Litel Spir, So Thorugh This Lettre, Which That She Hym Sente, Encressen Gan Desir, Of Which He Brente.

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.

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

The Fields Have Eyes, And The Woods Have Ears.

Full Wise Is He That Can Himselven Knowe.