I Hold A Mouses Wit Not Worth

I Am Right Sorry For Your Heavinesse.

People Can Die Of Mere Imagination.

Thus With Hir Fader For A Certeyn Space Dwelleth This Flour Of Wyfly Pacience, That Neither By Hir Wordes Ne Hir Face Biforn The Folk, Ne Eek In Her Absence, Ne Shewed She That Hir Was Doon Offence.

Truth Is The Highest Thing That Man May Keep.

But Al Be That He Was A Philosophre, Yet Hadde He But Litel Gold In Cofre.