Who Then May Trust The Dice, At

The Bisy Larke, Messager Of Day.

Mordre Wol Out, That Se We Day By Day.

If Gold Rusts, What Then Can Iron Do?

Yet Do Not Miss The Moral, My Good Men. For Saint Paul Says That All That’s Written Well Is Written Down Some Useful Truth To Tell. Then Take The Wheat And Let The Chaff Lie Still.

Min Be The Travaille, And Thin Be The Glorie.