Nature, The Vicar Of The Almighty Lord.

The Handsome Gifts That Fate And Nature Lend Us Most Often Are The Very Ones That End Us.

Whan That Aprill With His Shoures Soote The Droghte Of March Hath Perced To The Roote.

Trouthe Is The Hyest Thyng That Man May Kepe.

Oon Ere It Herde, At Tother Out It Went.

Alas, Alas, That Ever Love Was Sin! I Ever Followed Natural Inclination Under The Power Of My Constellation And Was Unable To Deny, In Truth, My Chamber Of Venus To A Likely Youth.