Mordre Wol Out, That Se We Day

And For To See, And Eek For To Be Seie.

Ful Wys Is He That Kan Hymselven Knowe.

The Greatest Scholars Are Not Usually The Wisest People.

Harde Is His Heart That Loveth Nought In May.

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