The Fields Have Eyes, And The Woods

Ther Is No Newe Gyse That It Nas Old.

The Smylere With The Knyf Under The Cloke.

With Empty Hand No Man Can Lure A Hawk.

He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom And Curteisye.

There's No Workman, Whatsoever He Be, That May Both Work Well And Hastily.