He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom

And She Was Fair As Is The Rose In May.

Hyt Is Not Al Golde That Glareth.

Mercy Surpasses Justice.

With Emptie Hands Men May No Haukes Lure.

If No Love Is, O God, What Fele I So? And If Love Is, What Thing And Which Is He? If Love Be Good, From Whennes Cometh My Woo? If It Be Wikke, A Wonder Thynketh Me