And She Was Fair As Is The

Felds Hath Eyen, And Wode Have Eres.

And Brought Of Mighty Ale A Large Quart.

Every Honest Miller Has A Golden Thumb.

Yet Do Not Miss The Moral, My Good Men. For Saint Paul Says That All That’s Written Well Is Written Down Some Useful Truth To Tell. Then Take The Wheat And Let The Chaff Lie Still.

Alas, Alas, That Ever Love Was Sin! I Ever Followed Natural Inclination Under The Power Of My Constellation And Was Unable To Deny, In Truth, My Chamber Of Venus To A Likely Youth.