Til That The Brighte Sonne Loste His

One Cannot Scold Or Complain At Every Word. Learn To Endure Patiently, Or Else, As I Live And Breathe, You Shall Learn It Whether You Want Or Not.

Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

Woe To The Cook Whose Sauce Has No Sting.

Til That The Brighte Sonne Loste His Hewe; For Th'orisonte Hath Reft The Sonne His Lyght; This Is As Muche To Seye As It Was Nyght!

So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.