Whoso Will Pray, He Must Fast And

Many Small Make A Great.

And When A Beest Is Deed, He Hath No Peyne; But Man After His Deeth Moot Wepe And Pleyne.

The Smylere With The Knyf Under The Cloke.

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.

Eke Wonder Last But Nine Deies Never In Toun.