Patience Is A Conquering Virtue.

He Is Gentle That Doeth Gentle Deeds.

Time Lost, As Men May See, For Nothing May Recovered Be.

He That Loveth God Will Do Diligence To Please God By His Works, And Abandon Himself, With All His Might, Well For To Do.

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.

Harde Is His Heart That Loveth Nought In May.