Harde Is His Heart That Loveth Nought

A Yokel Mind Loves Stories From Of Old, Being The Kind It Can Repeat And Hold.

Many A True Word Is Spoken In Jest

Make A Virtue Of Necessity.

So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.

Who Looks At Me, Beholdeth Sorrows All, All Pain, All Torture, Woe And All Distress; I Have No Need On Other Harms To Call, As Anguish, Languor, Cruel Bitterness, Discomfort, Dread, And Madness More And Less; Methinks From Heaven Above The Tears Must Rain In Pity For My Harsh And Cruel Pain.