And She Was Fair As Is The

Yblessed Be God That I Have Wedded Fyve! Welcome The Sixte, Whan That Evere He Shal.

Woe To The Cook Whose Sauce Has No Sting.

First He Wrought, And Afterwards He Taught.

There's Never A New Fashion But It's Old.

For Hym Was Levere Have At His Beddes Heed Twenty Bookes, Clad In Blak Or Reed, Of Aristotle And His Philosophie, Than Robes Riche, Or Fithele, Or Gay Sautrie.