Oon Ere It Herde, At Tother Out

For Out Of Old Fields, As Men Saith, Cometh All This New Corn From Year To Year; And Out Of Old Books, In Good Faith, Cometh All This New Science That Men Learn.

He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom And Curteisye.

Eke Wonder Last But Nine Deies Never In Toun.

I Hold A Mouses Wit Not Worth A Leke, That Hath But On Hole For To Sterten To.

So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.