A Love Grown Old Is Not The

And She Was Fair As Is The Rose In May.

With Empty Hand No Man Can Lure A Hawk.

First He Wrought, And Afterwards He Taught.

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.

Filth And Old Age, I'm Sure You Will Agree, Are Powerful Wardens Upon Chastity.