Ther Nis No Werkman, Whatsoevere He Be,

Men Love Newfangleness.

Remember In The Forms Of Speech Comes Change Within A Thousand Years, And Words That Then Were Well Esteemed, Seem Foolish Now And Strange; And Yet They Spake Them So, Time And Again, And Thrived In Love As Well As Any Men; And So To Win Their Loves In Sundry Days, In Sundry Lands There Are As Many Ways.

The Lyf So Short, The Craft So Long To Lerne.

So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.

And Gladly Would He Learn, And Gladly Teach