Nowhere So Busy A Man As He

I Am Not The Rose, But I Have Lived Near The Rose.

I Am Right Sorry For Your Heavinesse.

Soun Is Noght But Air Ybroken, And Every Speche That Is Spoken, Loud Or Privee, Foul Or Fair, In His Substaunce Is But Air; For As Flaumbe Is But Lighted Smoke, Right So Soun Is Air Ybroke.

And She Was Fair As Is The Rose In May.

One Shouldn't Be Too Inquisitive In Life Either About God's Secrets Or One's Wife.