That Field Hath Eyen, And The Wood

I Am Right Sorry For Your Heavinesse.

Many Small Make A Great.

For Tyme Ylost May Nought Recovered Be.

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

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