That He Is Gentil That Doth Gentil

But Christ's Lore And His Apostles Twelve, He Taught And First He Followed It Himself.

But Manly Set The World On Sixe And Sevene; And, If Thou Deye A Martir, Go To Hevene.

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

For God's Love, Take Things Patiently, Have Sense, Think! We Are Prisoners And Shall Always Be. Fortune Has Given Us This Adversity, Some Wicked Planetary Dispensation, Some Saturn's Trick Or Evil Constellation Has Given Us This, And Heaven, Though We Had Sworn The Contrary, So Stood When We Were Born. We Must Endure It, That's The Long And Short.

Oon Ere It Herde, At Tother Out It Went.