To Maken Vertue Of Necessite.

For Hym Was Levere Have At His Beddes Heed Twenty Bookes, Clad In Blak Or Reed, Of Aristotle And His Philosophie, Than Robes Riche, Or Fithele, Or Gay Sautrie.

What Is Better Than Wisdom? Woman. And What Is Better Than A Good Woman? Nothing.

And Gladly Wolde He Lerne, And Gladly Teche.

Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

Go, Little Booke! Go, My Little Tragedie!