Death Is The End Of Every Worldly

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.

The Gretteste Clerkes Been Noght Wisest Men.

If No Love Is, O God, What Fele I So? And If Love Is, What Thing And Which Is He? If Love Be Good, From Whennes Cometh My Woo? If It Be Wikke, A Wonder Thynketh Me

He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom And Curteisye.