Nowhere So Busy A Man As He

For Tyme Ylost May Nought Recovered Be.

Min Be The Travaille, And Thin Be The Glorie.

What Is Better Than Wisdom? Woman. And What Is Better Than A Good Woman? Nothing.

In April The Sweet Showers Fall And Pierce The Drought Of March To The Root, And All The Veins Are Bathed In Liquor Of Such Power As Brings About The Engendering Of The Flower.

That Of All The Floures In The Mede, Thanne Love I Most These Floures White And Rede, Suche As Men Callen Daysyes In Her Toune.