For Tyme Y-lost May Not Recovered Be.

Murder Will Out, This My Conclusion.

If Gold Ruste, What Shall Iren Do?

Strike While The Iron Is Hot.

Soun Is Noght But Air Ybroken, And Every Speche That Is Spoken, Loud Or Privee, Foul Or Fair, In His Substaunce Is But Air; For As Flaumbe Is But Lighted Smoke, Right So Soun Is Air Ybroke.

Or As An Ook Comth Of A Litel Spir, So Thorugh This Lettre, Which That She Hym Sente, Encressen Gan Desir, Of Which He Brente.