I Gave My Whole Heart Up, For

The Lyf So Short, The Craft So Long To Lerne.

He Who Accepts His Poverty Unhurt I'd Say Is Rich Although He Lacked A Shirt. But Truly Poor Are They Who Whine And Fret And Covet What They Cannot Hope To Get.

What's Said Is Said And Goes Upon Its Way Like It Or Not, Repent It As You May.

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

And So It Is In Politics, Dear Brother, Each For Himself Alone, There Is No Other.