Death Is The End Of Every Worldly

Patience Is A Conquering Virtue.

The Smylere With The Knyf Under The Cloke.

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

Hyt Is Not Al Golde That Glareth.

So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.