Patience Is A Conquering Virtue.

That Field Hath Eyen, And The Wood Hath Ears.

Ther Nis No Werkman, Whatsoevere He Be, That May Bothe Werke Wel And Hastily.

Death Is The End Of Every Worldly Pain.

Men Love Newfangleness.

Go, Little Booke! Go, My Little Tragedie!