Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

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 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.

Women Naturally Desire The Same Six Things As I; They Want Their Husbands To Be Brave, Wise, Rich, Generous With Money, Obedient To The Wife, And Lively In Bed.

Make A Virtue Of Necessity.

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