The Guilty Think All Talk Is Of

But Al Be That He Was A Philosophre, Yet Hadde He But Litel Gold In Cofre.

Of Alle The Floures In The Mede, Than Love I Most These Floures Whyte And Rede, Swiche As Men Callen Daysies In Our Toun. . . . . Til That Myn Herte Dye. . . . . That Wel By Reson Men Hit Calle May The 'dayesye' Or Elles The 'ye Of Day,' The Emperice And Flour Of Floures Alle. I Pray To God That Faire Mot She Falle, And Alle That Loven Floures, For Hir Sake!

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.

In General, Women Desire To Rule Over Their Husbands And Lovers, To Be The Authority Above Them.

Harde Is His Heart That Loveth Nought In May.