The day that man allows true love to appear, those things which are well made will fall into cofusion and will overturn everything we believe to be right and true.

Still desiring, we live without hope.

Honor is the greatest poet.

Consider that this day ne'er dawns again.

I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas, how many yearning thoughts, what great desire, have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?

In that part of the book of my memory before the which is little that can be read, there is a rubric, saying, Incipit Vita Nova. Under such rubric I find written many things; and among them the words which I purpose to copy into this little book; if not all of them, at the least their substance.

Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.