Food over flame burns, food over heat cooks

For man is man and master of his fate.

All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things.

I desire to leave to the men that come after me a remembrance of me in good works.

Ah, why should life all labor be?

All the youth now in England of free men, who are rich enough to be able to devote themselves to it, be set to learn as long as they are not fit for any other occupation, until they are able to read English writing well.

O hard, when love and duty clash!