There's Never A New Fashion But It's

The Lyf So Short, The Craft So Longe To Lerne. Th' Assay So Hard, So Sharp The Conquerynge, The Dredful Joye, Alwey That Slit So Yerne; Al This Mene I Be Love... For Out Of Olde Feldes, As Men Seith, Cometh Al This New Corn Fro Yeer To Yere; And Out Of Olde Bokes, In Good Feith, Cometh Al This Newe Science That Men Lere.

All Good Things Must Come To An End.

Forbid Us Something, And That Thing We Desire.

The Proverbe Saith That Many A Smale Maketh A Grate.

The Bisy Larke, Messager Of Day.