Nature, The Vicar Of The Almighty Lord.

And So It Is In Politics, Dear Brother, Each For Himself Alone, There Is No Other.

If No Love Is, O God, What Fele I So? And If Love Is, What Thing And Which Is He? If Love Be Good, From Whennes Cometh My Woo? If It Be Wikke, A Wonder Thynketh Me

The Bisy Larke, Messager Of Day.

Ther Is No Newe Gyse That It Nas Old.

Hyt Is Not Al Golde That Glareth.