It often falls, in course of common life, that right long time is overborne of wrong.

Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.

Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.

Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

Together linkt with adamantine chains.