This World Nys But A Thurghfare Ful

For Hym Was Levere Have At His Beddes Heed Twenty Bookes, Clad In Blak Or Reed, Of Aristotle And His Philosophie, Than Robes Riche, Or Fithele, Or Gay Sautrie.

The Guilty Think All Talk Is Of Themselves.

For Tyme Y-lost May Not Recovered Be.

Murder Will Out, This My Conclusion.

And For To See, And Eek For To Be Seie.