Fie On Possession, But If A Man

The Fields Have Eyes, And The Woods Have Ears.

By Nature, Men Love Newfangledness.

But Al Be That He Was A Philosophre, Yet Hadde He But Litel Gold In Cofre.

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

Alas, Alas, That Ever Love Was Sin! I Ever Followed Natural Inclination Under The Power Of My Constellation And Was Unable To Deny, In Truth, My Chamber Of Venus To A Likely Youth.