To Maken Vertue Of Necessite.

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.

For I Have Seyn Of A Ful Misty Morwe Folowen Ful Ofte A Myrie Someris Day.

Forbid Us Something, And That Thing We Desire.

The Devil Can Only Destroy Those Who Are Already On Their Way To Damnation.

Drunkenness Is The Very Sepulcher Of Man's Wit And His Discretion.