All Good Things Must Come To An

If Were Not Foolish Young, Were Foolish Old.

Go, Little Booke! Go, My Little Tragedie!

If No Love Is, O God, What Fele I So? And If Love Is, What Thing And Which Is He? If Love Be Good, From Whennes Cometh My Woo? If It Be Wikke, A Wonder Thynketh Me

Forbid Us Something, And That Thing We Desire.

For I Have Seyn Of A Ful Misty Morwe Folowen Ful Ofte A Myrie Someris Day.