A Love Grown Old Is Not The

For Out Of Old Fields, As Men Saith, Cometh All This New Corn From Year To Year; And Out Of Old Books, In Good Faith, Cometh All This New Science That Men Learn.

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

Pitee Renneth Soone In Gentil Herte.

For Tyme Y-lost May Not Recovered Be.

One Shouldn't Be Too Inquisitive In Life Either About God's Secrets Or One's Wife.