Go, Little Booke! Go, My Little Tragedie!

For Thogh We Slepe, Or Wake, Or Rome, Or Ryde, Ay Fleeth The Tyme; It Nyl No Man Abyde.

Strike While The Iron Is Hot.

And Gladly Would He Learn, And Gladly Teach

Yblessed Be God That I Have Wedded Fyve! Welcome The Sixte, Whan That Evere He Shal.

There's Never A New Fashion But It's Old.