Pitee Renneth Soone In Gentil Herte.

Certes, They Been Lye To Hounds, For An Hound When He Cometh By The Roses, Or By Other Bushes, Though He May Nat Pisse, Yet Wole He Heve Up His Leg And Make A Countenance To Pisse.

The Devil Can Only Destroy Those Who Are Already On Their Way To Damnation.

Soun Is Noght But Air Ybroken, And Every Speche That Is Spoken, Loud Or Privee, Foul Or Fair, In His Substaunce Is But Air; For As Flaumbe Is But Lighted Smoke, Right So Soun Is Air Ybroke.

Ther Is No Newe Gyse That It Nas Old.

Take A Cat, Nourish It Well With Milk And Tender Meat, Make It A Couch Of Silk.