Ther Is No Newe Gyse That It

What's Said Is Said And Goes Upon Its Way Like It Or Not, Repent It As You May.

If Gold Ruste, What Shall Iren Do?

Soun Is Noght But Air Ybroken, And Every Speche That Is Spoken, Loud Or Privee, Foul Or Fair, In His Substaunce Is But Air; For As Flaumbe Is But Lighted Smoke, Right So Soun Is Air Ybroke.

And Then The Wren Gan Scippen And To Daunce.

There's Never A New Fashion But It's Old.