In Love There Is But

There's No Workman, Whatsoever He Be, That May Both Work Well And Hastily.

This Flour Of Wifly Patience.

Fo Lo, The Gentil Kind Of The Lioun! For When A Flye Offendeth Him Or Byteth, He With His Tayl Awey The Flye Smyteth Al Esily, For, Of His Genterye, Him Deyneth Net To Wreke Him On A Flye, As Cloth A Curre Or Elles Another Beste.

If Gold Ruste, What Shall Iren Do?

With Emptie Hands Men May No Haukes Lure.