In The Stars Is Written The Death

One Eare It Heard, At The Other Out It Went.

To Maken Vertue Of Necessite.

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

Whan That Aprill With His Shoures Soote The Droghte Of March Hath Perced To The Roote.

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