Nature, The Vicar Of The Almighty Lord.

With Empty Hand No Man Can Lure A Hawk.

That Field Hath Eyen, And The Wood Hath Ears.

This Flour Of Wifly Patience.

For Thogh We Slepe, Or Wake, Or Rome, Or Ryde, Ay Fleeth The Tyme; It Nyl No Man Abyde.

Patience Is A Conquering Virtue. The Learned Say That, If It Not Desert You, It Vanquishes What Force Can Never Reach; Why Answer Back At Every Angry Speech? No, Learn Forbearance Or, I'll Tell You What, You Will Be Taught It, Whether You Will Or Not.