So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.

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.

Of Harmes Two The Lesse Is For To Cheese.

I Gave My Whole Heart Up, For Him To Hold.

If Love Be Good, From Whence Cometh My Woe?

Hyt Is Not Al Golde That Glareth.