And She Was Fair As Is The

And Then The Wren Gan Scippen And To Daunce.

Til That The Brighte Sonne Loste His Hewe; For Th'orisonte Hath Reft The Sonne His Lyght; This Is As Muche To Seye As It Was Nyght!

With Emptie Hands Men May No Haukes Lure.

Many Small Make A Great.

Min Be The Travaille, And Thin Be The Glorie.