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Death Is The End Of Every Worldly Pain.

Pitee Renneth Soone In Gentil Herte.

Men Sholde Nat Knowe Of Goddes Pryvetee Ye, Blessed Be Alwey, A Lewed Man That Noght But Oonly His Believe Kan! So Ferde Another Clerk With Astromye, He Walked In The Feelds, For To Prye Upon The Sterres, What Ther Sholde Bifalle, Til He Was In A Marle-pit Yfalle.

But Manly Set The World On Sixe And Sevene; And, If Thou Deye A Martir, Go To Hevene.

The Greatest Scholars Are Not Usually The Wisest People.