Every Honest Miller Has A Golden Thumb.

I Gave My Whole Heart Up, For Him To Hold.

Pitee Renneth Soone In Gentil Herte.

Mordre Wol Out, That Se We Day By Day.

I Hold A Mouses Wit Not Worth A Leke, That Hath But On Hole For To Sterten To.

For Out Of Old Fields, As Men Saith, Cometh All This New Corn From Year To Year; And Out Of Old Books, In Good Faith, Cometh All This New Science That Men Learn.