For Tyme Ylost May Nought

He That Loveth God Will Do Diligence To Please God By His Works, And Abandon Himself, With All His Might, Well For To Do.

It Is Nought Good A Sleping Hound To Wake.

The Guilty Think All Talk Is Of Themselves.

Habit Maketh No Monk, Ne Wearing Of Gilt Spurs Maketh No Knight.

Time Lost, As Men May See, For Nothing May Recovered Be.