And Gladly Would He Learn, And Gladly

Death Is The End Of Every Worldly Pain.

Ther Nis No Werkman, Whatsoevere He Be, That May Bothe Werke Wel And Hastily.

Oon Ere It Herde, At Tother Out It Went.

This Flour Of Wifly Patience.

And For To See, And Eek For To Be Seie.