For Tyme Ylost May Nought Recovered Be.

By God, If Women Had Written Stories, As Clerks Had Within Here Oratories, They Would Have Written Of Men More Wickedness Than All The Mark Of Adam May Redress.

One Flesh They Are; And One Flesh, So I'd Guess, Has But One Heart, Come Grief Or Happiness.

The Lyf So Short, The Craft So Long To Lerne.

Pitee Renneth Soone In Gentil Herte.

But Manly Set The World On Sixe And Sevene; And, If Thou Deye A Martir, Go To Hevene.