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The Latter End Of Joy Is Woe.

Certes, They Been Lye To Hounds, For An Hound When He Cometh By The Roses, Or By Other Bushes, Though He May Nat Pisse, Yet Wole He Heve Up His Leg And Make A Countenance To Pisse.

One Shouldn't Be Too Inquisitive In Life Either About God's Secrets Or One's Wife.

And Gladly Wolde He Lerne, And Gladly Teche.

One Flesh They Are; And One Flesh, So I'd Guess, Has But One Heart, Come Grief Or Happiness.