Patience Is A Conquering Virtue.

What's Said Is Said And Goes Upon Its Way Like It Or Not, Repent It As You May.

It Is Nought Good A Sleping Hound To Wake.

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.

Nature, The Vicar Of The Almighty Lord.

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