Felds Hath Eyen, And Wode Have Eres.

Take A Cat, Nourish It Well With Milk And Tender Meat, Make It A Couch Of Silk.

Hyt Is Not Al Golde That Glareth.

And She Was Fair As Is The Rose In May.

First He Wrought, And Afterwards He Taught.

Or As An Ook Comth Of A Litel Spir, So Thorugh This Lettre, Which That She Hym Sente, Encressen Gan Desir, Of Which He Brente.