Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes.

That disease Of which all old men sicken,-avarice.

How many honest words have suffered corruption since Chaucer's days!

From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.

From perfect grief there need not be Wisdom or even memory; One thing then learned remains to me - The woodspurge has a cup of three.

So with that will prompt and prepared to serve all those whom I perceive to be servants of my Lord, I will speak of three things with simplicity and love as if…

Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.