Harde Is His Heart That Loveth Nought

One Eare It Heard, At The Other Out It Went.

Lat Take A Cat, And Fostre Him Wel With Milk, And Tendre Flesh, And Make His Couche Of Silk, And Let Him Seen A Mous Go By The Wal; Anon He Weyveth Milk, And Flesh, And Al, And Every Deyntee That Is In That Hous, Swich Appetyt Hath He To Ete A Mous.

If Were Not Foolish Young, Were Foolish Old.

'my Lige Lady, Generally,' Quod He, 'wommen Desyren To Have Sovereyntee As Well Over Hir Housbond As Hir Love.'

But Manly Set The World On Sixe And Sevene; And, If Thou Deye A Martir, Go To Hevene.