Men Love Newfangleness.

I Am Not The Rose, But I Have Lived Near The Rose.

First He Wrought, And Afterwards He Taught.

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

To Maken Vertue Of Necessite.

I Hold A Mouses Wit Not Worth A Leke, That Hath But On Hole For To Sterten To.