The Gretteste Clerkes Been Noght

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

But Al Be That He Was A Philosophre, Yet Hadde He But Litel Gold In Cofre.

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.

Trouthe Is The Hyest Thyng That Man May Kepe.

Harde Is His Heart That Loveth Nought In May.