That Field Hath Eyen, And The Wood

And Then The Wren Gan Scippen And To Daunce.

. . . If Gold Rust, What Then Will Iron Do?/ For If A Priest Be Foul In Whom We Trust/ No Wonder That A Common Man Should Rust. . . .

That Field Hath Eyen, And The Wood Hath Ears.

This World Nys But A Thurghfare Ful Of Wo, And We Been Pilgrymes, Passynge To And Fro.

And Gladly Would He Learn, And Gladly Teach