Trouthe Is The Hyest Thyng That Man

Ful Wys Is He That Kan Hymselven Knowe.

A Love Grown Old Is Not The Love Once New.

But Manly Set The World On Sixe And Sevene; And, If Thou Deye A Martir, Go To Hevene.

I Gave My Whole Heart Up, For Him To Hold.

Mordre Wol Out, That Se We Day By Day.