And Gladly Wolde He Lerne,

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

Make A Virtue Of Necessity.

A Love Grown Old Is Not The Love Once New.

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.

That Field Hath Eyen, And The Wood Hath Ears.