Right As An Aspen Lefe She Gan

Ful Wys Is He That Kan Hymselven Knowe.

Pitee Renneth Soone In Gentil Herte.

Purity In Body And Heart May Please Some--as For Me, I Make No Boast. For, As You Know, No Master Of A Household Has All Of His Utensils Made Of Gold; Some Are Wood, And Yet They Are Of Use.

The Proverbe Saith That Many A Smale Maketh A Grate.

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