How Potent Is The Fancy!

If Love Be Good, From Whence Cometh My Woe?

Strike While The Iron Is Hot.

But All Thing Which That Shineth As The Gold Ne Is No Gold, As I Have Herd It Told.

Certes, They Been Lye To Hounds, For An Hound When He Cometh By The Roses, Or By Other Bushes, Though He May Nat Pisse, Yet Wole He Heve Up His Leg And Make A Countenance To Pisse.

The Devil Can Only Destroy Those Who Are Already On Their Way To Damnation.