For Tyme Ylost May Nought Recovered Be.

A Love Grown Old Is Not The Love Once New.

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

Harde Is His Heart That Loveth Nought In May.

Right As An Aspen Lefe She Gan To Quake.

The Cat Would Eat Fish But Would Not Get Her Feet Wet.