Oon Ere It Herde, At Tother Out

The Gretteste Clerkes Been Noght Wisest Men.

We Little Know The Things For Which We Pray.

And She Was Fair As Is The Rose In May.

Lat Take A Cat, And Fostre Him Wel With Milk, And Tendre Flesh, And Make His Couche Of Silk, And Let Him Seen A Mous Go By The Wal; Anon He Weyveth Milk, And Flesh, And Al, And Every Deyntee That Is In That Hous, Swich Appetyt Hath He To Ete A Mous.

Pitee Renneth Soone In Gentil Herte.