I Am Not The Rose, But I

Min Be The Travaille, And Thin Be The Glorie.

Hyt Is Not Al Golde That Glareth.

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

Felds Hath Eyen, And Wode Have Eres.

So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.