Min Be The Travaille, And Thin Be

Fo Lo, The Gentil Kind Of The Lioun! For When A Flye Offendeth Him Or Byteth, He With His Tayl Awey The Flye Smyteth Al Esily, For, Of His Genterye, Him Deyneth Net To Wreke Him On A Flye, As Cloth A Curre Or Elles Another Beste.

How Potent Is The Fancy! People Are So Impressionable, They Can Die Of Imagination.

Eke Wonder Last But Nine Deies Never In Toun.

The Smylere With The Knyf Under The Cloke.

Alas, Alas, That Ever Love Was Sin! I Ever Followed Natural Inclination Under The Power Of My Constellation And Was Unable To Deny, In Truth, My Chamber Of Venus To A Likely Youth.