If Love Be Good, From Whence Cometh

Time And Tide Wait For No Man.

And So It Is In Politics, Dear Brother, Each For Himself Alone, There Is No Other.

And For To See, And Eek For To Be Seie.

Min Be The Travaille, And Thin Be The Glorie.

And When A Beest Is Deed, He Hath No Peyne; But Man After His Deeth Moot Wepe And Pleyne.