Woe To The Cook Whose Sauce Has

Truth Is The Highest Thing That Man May Keep.

For Tyme Y-lost May Not Recovered Be.

Eke Wonder Last But Nine Deies Never In Toun.

The Lyf So Short, The Craft So Longe To Lerne. Th' Assay So Hard, So Sharp The Conquerynge, The Dredful Joye, Alwey That Slit So Yerne; Al This Mene I Be Love... For Out Of Olde Feldes, As Men Seith, Cometh Al This New Corn Fro Yeer To Yere; And Out Of Olde Bokes, In Good Feith, Cometh Al This Newe Science That Men Lere.

That Field Hath Eyen, And The Wood Hath Ears.