Trouthe Is The Hyest Thyng That Man

Thou Shalt Make Castels Thanne In Spayne And Dreme Of Joye, All But In Vayne.

But All Thing Which That Shineth As The Gold Ne Is No Gold, As I Have Herd It Told.

To Keep Demands As Much Skill As To Win.

Mordre Wol Out, That Se We Day By Day.

Habit Maketh No Monk, Ne Wearing Of Gilt Spurs Maketh No Knight.