Strike While The Iron Is Hot.

The Handsome Gifts That Fate And Nature Lend Us Most Often Are The Very Ones That End Us.

Yet In Our Ashen Cold Is Fire Yreken.

For Oute Of Olde Feldys, As Men Sey, Comyth Al This Newe Corn From Yer To Yere; And Out Of Olde Bokis, In Good Fey, Comyth Al This Newe Science That Men Lere.

For Thogh We Slepe, Or Wake, Or Rome, Or Ryde, Ay Fleeth The Tyme; It Nyl No Man Abyde.

A Yokel Mind Loves Stories From Of Old, Being The Kind It Can Repeat And Hold.