Look Up On High, And Thank The

One Flesh They Are; And One Flesh, So I'd Guess, Has But One Heart, Come Grief Or Happiness.

And Gladly Wolde He Lerne, And Gladly Teche.

What Is Better Than Wisdom? Woman. And What Is Better Than A Good Woman? Nothing.

Nature, The Vicar Of The Almighty Lord.

For In Their Hearts Doth Nature Stir Them So Then People Long On Pilgrimage To Go And Palmers To Be Seeking Foreign Strands To Distant Shrines Renowned In Sundry Lands.