Patience Is A Conquering Virtue.

The Handsome Gifts That Fate And Nature Lend Us Most Often Are The Very Ones That End Us.

Or As An Ook Comth Of A Litel Spir, So Thorugh This Lettre, Which That She Hym Sente, Encressen Gan Desir, Of Which He Brente.

Many A True Word Is Spoken In Jest

The Fields Have Eyes, And The Woods Have Ears.

In Love There Is But Little Rest.