Min Be The Travaille, And Thin Be

The Latter End Of Joy Is Woe.

So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.

For Tyme Ylost May Nought Recovered Be.

There's No Workman, Whatsoever He Be, That May Both Work Well And Hastily.

. . . If Gold Rust, What Then Will Iron Do?/ For If A Priest Be Foul In Whom We Trust/ No Wonder That A Common Man Should Rust. . . .