All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things.
When the Sun Clearest shineth Serenest in the heaven, Quickly are obscured All over the earth Other stars.
For man is man and master of his fate.
Food over flame burns, food over heat cooks
The vow that binds too quickly snaps itself.
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.