All Good Things Must Come

We Little Know The Things For Which We Pray.

And For To See, And Eek For To Be Seie.

Men Love Newfangleness.

Murder Will Out, This My Conclusion.

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.