Love will not be constrain'd by mastery. When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.

The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.

What's said is said and goes upon its way Like it or not, repent it as you may.

Hyt is not al golde that glareth.

Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.

But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene.

Make a virtue of necessity.