So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.

How Potent Is The Fancy! People Are So Impressionable, They Can Die Of Imagination.

For Oute Of Olde Feldys, As Men Sey, Comyth Al This Newe Corn From Yer To Yere; And Out Of Olde Bokis, In Good Fey, Comyth Al This Newe Science That Men Lere.

Fo Lo, The Gentil Kind Of The Lioun! For When A Flye Offendeth Him Or Byteth, He With His Tayl Awey The Flye Smyteth Al Esily, For, Of His Genterye, Him Deyneth Net To Wreke Him On A Flye, As Cloth A Curre Or Elles Another Beste.

Forbid Us Something, And That Thing We Desire.

The Smylere With The Knyf Under The Cloke.