Death Is The End Of Every Worldly

Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

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

Murder Will Out, This My Conclusion.

That He Is Gentil That Doth Gentil Dedis.

Min Be The Travaille, And Thin Be The Glorie.