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

The Greatest Scholars Are Not Usually The Wisest People.

The Smylere With The Knyf Under The Cloke.

For Oute Of Olde Feldys, As Men Sey, Comyth Al This Newe Corn From Yer To Yere; And Out Of Olde Bokis, In Good Fey, Comyth Al This Newe Science That Men Lere.

And She Was Fair As Is The Rose In May.