I Perfectly Feele Even At My Fingers

When All Candles Are Out, All Cats Are Grey, All Things Are Then Of One Color, As Who Say. And This Proverb Faith, For Quenching Hot Desire, Foul Water As Soon As Faire, Will Quench Hot Fire.

Thrée Maie A Kepe Counsayle, If Two Be Away.

Time Trieth Troth In Every Doubt.

To Say That Which Is Instructive And Also Pleasing.

Be Of Comfort, And Your Heavy Sorrow Part Equally Among Us; Storms Divided, Abate Their Force, And With Less Rage Are Guided.