But Christ's Lore And His Apostles Twelve,

Certes, They Been Lye To Hounds, For An Hound When He Cometh By The Roses, Or By Other Bushes, Though He May Nat Pisse, Yet Wole He Heve Up His Leg And Make A Countenance To Pisse.

So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.

Nowhere So Busy A Man As He There Was And Yet He Seemed Busier Than He Was.

For Thogh We Slepe, Or Wake, Or Rome, Or Ryde, Ay Fleeth The Tyme; It Nyl No Man Abyde.

And Gladly Would He Learn, And Gladly Teach