With Emptie Hands Men May No Haukes

There's No Workman, Whatsoever He Be, That May Both Work Well And Hastily.

If Gold Ruste, What Shall Iren Do?

Mordre Wol Out, That Se We Day By Day.

The Smylere With The Knyf Under The Cloke.

If Were Not Foolish Young, Were Foolish Old.