One Falls To The Ground

A Habit Does Not A Monk Make.

What Harm In Learning And Getting Knowledge Even From A Sot, A Pot, A Fool, A Mitten, Or A Slipper. [fr., Que Nuist Savoir Tousjours Et Tousjours Apprendre, Fust Ce D'un Sot, D'une Pot, D'une Que--doufle D'un Mouffe, D'un Pantoufle.]

A Certain Jollity Of Mind, Pickled In The Scorn Of Fortune.

Science Sans Conscience N' Est Que Le Ruine De L'âme. Knowledge Without Conscience Is But The Ruine Of The Soule.

Time, Which Wears Down And Diminishes All Things, Augments And Increases Good Deeds, Because A Good Turn Liberally Offered To A Reasonable Man Grows Continually Through Noble Thought And Memory.