That He Is Gentil That Doth Gentil

The Lyf So Short, The Craft So Longe To Lerne. Th' Assay So Hard, So Sharp The Conquerynge, The Dredful Joye, Alwey That Slit So Yerne; Al This Mene I Be Love... For Out Of Olde Feldes, As Men Seith, Cometh Al This New Corn Fro Yeer To Yere; And Out Of Olde Bokes, In Good Feith, Cometh Al This Newe Science That Men Lere.

Fie On Possession, But If A Man Be Vertuous Withal.

Take A Cat, Nourish It Well With Milk And Tender Meat, Make It A Couch Of Silk.

All Good Things Must Come To An End.

Every Honest Miller Has A Golden Thumb.