I Gave My Whole Heart Up, For

Certain, When I Was Born, So Long Ago, Death Drew The Tap Of Life And Let It Flow; And Ever Since The Tap Has Done Its Task, And Now There's Little But An Empty Cask.

The Lyf So Short, The Craft So Long To Lerne.

He That Loveth God Will Do Diligence To Please God By His Works, And Abandon Himself, With All His Might, Well For To Do.

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

To Maken Vertue Of Necessite.