For Tyme Y-lost May Not Recovered Be.

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

For Tyme Ylost May Nought Recovered Be.

He That Loveth God Will Do Diligence To Please God By His Works, And Abandon Himself, With All His Might, Well For To Do.

If Were Not Foolish Young, Were Foolish Old.

The Handsome Gifts That Fate And Nature Lend Us Most Often Are The Very Ones That End Us.