Take A Cat, Nourish It Well With

Look Up On High, And Thank The God Of All.

The Proverbe Saith That Many A Smale Maketh A Grate.

If Gold Rusts, What Then Can Iron Do?

'my Lige Lady, Generally,' Quod He, 'wommen Desyren To Have Sovereyntee As Well Over Hir Housbond As Hir Love.'

Thou Shalt Make Castels Thanne In Spayne And Dreme Of Joye, All But In Vayne.