For Tyme Y-lost May Not Recovered Be.

And Then The Wren Gan Scippen And To Daunce.

What's Said Is Said And Goes Upon Its Way Like It Or Not, Repent It As You May.

Harde Is His Heart That Loveth Nought In May.

Ful Wys Is He That Kan Hymselven Knowe.

The Fields Have Eyes, And The Woods Have Ears.