And Gladly Would He Learn, And Gladly

At The Ches With Me She (fortune) Gan To Pleye; With Her False Draughts (pieces) Dyvers/she Staal On Me, And Took Away My Fers. And When I Sawgh My Fers Awaye, Allas! I Kouthe No Lenger Playe.

All Good Things Must Come To An End.

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

Take A Cat, Nourish It Well With Milk And Tender Meat, Make It A Couch Of Silk.

In The Stars Is Written The Death Of Every Man.