Forbid Us Something, And That Thing We

Many A True Word Is Spoken In Jest

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

The Fields Have Eyes, And The Woods Have Ears.

Thus With Hir Fader For A Certeyn Space Dwelleth This Flour Of Wyfly Pacience, That Neither By Hir Wordes Ne Hir Face Biforn The Folk, Ne Eek In Her Absence, Ne Shewed She That Hir Was Doon Offence.

First He Wrought, And Afterwards He Taught.