Nowhere So Busy A Man As He

Certes, They Been Lye To Hounds, For An Hound When He Cometh By The Roses, Or By Other Bushes, Though He May Nat Pisse, Yet Wole He Heve Up His Leg And Make A Countenance To Pisse.

First He Wrought, And Afterwards He Taught.

Forbid Us Something, And That Thing We Desire.

For Thogh We Slepe, Or Wake, Or Rome, Or Ryde, Ay Fleeth The Tyme; It Nyl No Man Abyde.

Oon Ere It Herde, At Tother Out It Went.