Time Lost, As Men May See, For

Purity In Body And Heart May Please Some--as For Me, I Make No Boast. For, As You Know, No Master Of A Household Has All Of His Utensils Made Of Gold; Some Are Wood, And Yet They Are Of Use.

For I Have Seyn Of A Ful Misty Morwe Folowen Ful Ofte A Myrie Someris Day.

There's Never A New Fashion But It's Old.

But Manly Set The World On Sixe And Sevene; And, If Thou Deye A Martir, Go To Hevene.

Yet In Our Ashen Cold Is Fire Yreken.