I Am Right Sorry For Your Heavinesse.

That Of All The Floures In The Mede, Thanne Love I Most These Floures White And Rede, Suche As Men Callen Daysyes In Her Toune.

So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.

He Is Gentle That Doeth Gentle Deeds.

In The Stars Is Written The Death Of Every Man.

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