Felds Hath Eyen, And Wode Have Eres.

Yet Do Not Miss The Moral, My Good Men. For Saint Paul Says That All That’s Written Well Is Written Down Some Useful Truth To Tell. Then Take The Wheat And Let The Chaff Lie Still.

I Am Not The Rose, But I Have Lived Near The Rose.

For Tyme Y-lost May Not Recovered Be.

That Of All The Floures In The Mede, Thanne Love I Most These Floures White And Rede, Suche As Men Callen Daysyes In Her Toune.

And She Was Fair As Is The Rose In May.