Filth And Old Age, I'm Sure You

Take A Cat, Nourish It Well With Milk And Tender Meat, Make It A Couch Of Silk.

Mordre Wol Out, That Se We Day By Day.

Loke Who That Is Most Vertuous Alway, Prive And Apert, And Most Entendeth Ay To Do The Gentil Dedes That He Can, And Take Him For The Gretest Gentilman.

Trouthe Is The Hyest Thyng That Man May Kepe.

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