In Love There Is But Little Rest.

What's Said Is Said And Goes Upon Its Way Like It Or Not, Repent It As You May.

And When A Beest Is Deed, He Hath No Peyne; But Man After His Deeth Moot Wepe And Pleyne.

The Fields Have Eyes, And The Woods Have Ears.

Whoso Will Pray, He Must Fast And Be Clean, And Fat His Soul, And Make His Body Lean.

Trouthe Is The Hyest Thyng That Man May Kepe.