So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.

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.

If A Man Really Loves A Woman, Of Course He Wouldn't Marry Her For The World If He Were Not Quite Sure That He Was The Best Person She Could Possibly Marry.

Ful Wys Is He That Kan Hymselven Knowe.

The Cat Would Eat Fish But Would Not Get Her Feet Wet.

In Love There Is But Little Rest.