We Little Know The Things For Which

Or As An Ook Comth Of A Litel Spir, So Thorugh This Lettre, Which That She Hym Sente, Encressen Gan Desir, Of Which He Brente.

The Devil Can Only Destroy Those Who Are Already On Their Way To Damnation.

This Flour Of Wifly Patience.

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

The Latter End Of Joy Is Woe.