The Greatest Scholars Are Not

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.

A Love Grown Old Is Not The Love Once New.

This Flour Of Wifly Patience.

Trouthe Is The Hyest Thyng That Man May Kepe.

Time Lost, As Men May See, For Nothing May Recovered Be.