Habit Maketh No Monk, Ne Wearing Of

And Gladly Wolde He Lerne, And Gladly Teche.

Certain, When I Was Born, So Long Ago, Death Drew The Tap Of Life And Let It Flow; And Ever Since The Tap Has Done Its Task, And Now There's Little But An Empty Cask.

Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

One Cannot Be Avenged For Every Wrong; According To The Occasion, Everyone Who Knows How, Must Use Temperance.

He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom And Curteisye.