Mordre Wol Out, That Se We Day

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

Til That The Brighte Sonne Loste His Hewe; For Th'orisonte Hath Reft The Sonne His Lyght; This Is As Muche To Seye As It Was Nyght!

Yblessed Be God That I Have Wedded Fyve! Welcome The Sixte, Whan That Evere He Shal.

For Out Of Old Fields, As Men Saith, Cometh All This New Corn From Year To Year; And Out Of Old Books, In Good Faith, Cometh All This New Science That Men Learn.

Of Harmes Two The Lesse Is For To Cheese.