Thou Shalt Make Castels Thanne In Spayne

For Of Fortunes Sharp Adversitee The Worst Kynde Of Infortune Is This, A Man To Han Ben In Prosperitee, And It Remembren, Whan It Passed Is.

And Then The Wren Gan Scippen And To Daunce.

For In Their Hearts Doth Nature Stir Them So Then People Long On Pilgrimage To Go And Palmers To Be Seeking Foreign Strands To Distant Shrines Renowned In Sundry Lands.

And Brought Of Mighty Ale A Large Quart.

Whoso Will Pray, He Must Fast And Be Clean, And Fat His Soul, And Make His Body Lean.