Hyt Is Not Al Golde That Glareth.

So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.

How Potent Is The Fancy! People Are So Impressionable, They Can Die Of Imagination.

If Love Be Good, From Whence Cometh My Woe?

Fo Lo, The Gentil Kind Of The Lioun! For When A Flye Offendeth Him Or Byteth, He With His Tayl Awey The Flye Smyteth Al Esily, For, Of His Genterye, Him Deyneth Net To Wreke Him On A Flye, As Cloth A Curre Or Elles Another Beste.

The Handsome Gifts That Fate And Nature Lend Us Most Often Are The Very Ones That End Us.