And Gladly Would He Learn, And Gladly

But Manly Set The World On Sixe And Sevene; And, If Thou Deye A Martir, Go To Hevene.

There's Never A New Fashion But It's Old.

For Tyme Ylost May Nought Recovered Be.

There's No Workman, Whatsoever He Be, That May Both Work Well And Hastily.

For I Have Seyn Of A Ful Misty Morwe Folowen Ful Ofte A Myrie Someris Day.