First He Wrought, And Afterwards He Taught.

This World Nys But A Thurghfare Ful Of Wo, And We Been Pilgrymes, Passynge To And Fro.

And So It Is In Politics, Dear Brother, Each For Himself Alone, There Is No Other.

Time Lost, As Men May See, For Nothing May Recovered Be.

Death Is The End Of Every Worldly Pain.

Men Sholde Nat Knowe Of Goddes Pryvetee Ye, Blessed Be Alwey, A Lewed Man That Noght But Oonly His Believe Kan! So Ferde Another Clerk With Astromye, He Walked In The Feelds, For To Prye Upon The Sterres, What Ther Sholde Bifalle, Til He Was In A Marle-pit Yfalle.