Felds Hath Eyen, And Wode Have Eres.

Certes, They Been Lye To Hounds, For An Hound When He Cometh By The Roses, Or By Other Bushes, Though He May Nat Pisse, Yet Wole He Heve Up His Leg And Make A Countenance To Pisse.

Ther Nis No Werkman, Whatsoevere He Be, That May Bothe Werke Wel And Hastily.

For Tyme Y-lost May Not Recovered Be.

Whan That Aprill With His Shoures Soote The Droghte Of March Hath Perced To The Roote.

For Of Fortunes Sharp Adversitee The Worst Kynde Of Infortune Is This, A Man To Han Ben In Prosperitee, And It Remembren, Whan It Passed Is.