But Manly Set The World On Sixe

Thou Shalt Make Castels Thanne In Spayne And Dreme Of Joye, All But In Vayne.

In Love There Is But Little Rest.

Ther Is No Newe Gyse That It Nas Old.

For I Have Seyn Of A Ful Misty Morwe Folowen Ful Ofte A Myrie Someris Day.

Men Sholde Nat Knowe Of Goddes Pryvetee Ye, Blessed Be Alwey, A Lewed Man That Noght But Oonly His Believe Kan! So Ferde Another Clerk With Astromye, He Walked In The Feelds, For To Prye Upon The Sterres, What Ther Sholde Bifalle, Til He Was In A Marle-pit Yfalle.