Felds Hath Eyen, And Wode Have Eres.

. . . If Gold Rust, What Then Will Iron Do?/ For If A Priest Be Foul In Whom We Trust/ No Wonder That A Common Man Should Rust. . . .

I Wol Yow Telle, As Was Me Taught Also, The Foure Spirites And The Bodies Sevene, By Ordre, As Ofte I Herde My Lord Hem Nevene. The Firste Spirit Quiksilver Called Is, The Second Orpiment, The Thridde, Ywis, Sal Armoniak, And The Firthe Brimstoon. The Bodies Sevene Eek, Lo! Hem Heer Anoon: Sol Gold Is, And Luna Silver We Threpe, Mars Yron, Mercurie Quiksilver We Clepe, Saturnus Leed, And Jupiter Is Tin, And Venus Coper, By My Fader Kin!

But Al Be That He Was A Philosophre, Yet Hadde He But Litel Gold In Cofre.

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

Love Will Not Be Constrain'd By Mastery. When Mast'ry Comes, The God Of Love Anon Beateth His Wings, And, Farewell, He Is Gone. Love Is A Thing As Any Spirit Free.