Love Will Not Be Constrain'd By Mastery.

Trouthe Is The Hyest Thyng That Man May Kepe.

But All Thing Which That Shineth As The Gold Ne Is No Gold, As I Have Herd It Told.

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

Death Is The End Of Every Worldly Pain.

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.