The Handsome Gifts That Fate And Nature

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.

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

Felds Hath Eyen, And Wode Have Eres.

Women Naturally Desire The Same Six Things As I; They Want Their Husbands To Be Brave, Wise, Rich, Generous With Money, Obedient To The Wife, And Lively In Bed.

For Tyme Y-lost May Not Recovered Be.