Take A Cat, Nourish It Well With

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.

The Smylere With The Knyf Under The Cloke.

And Gladly Wolde He Lerne, And Gladly Teche.

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

Filth And Old Age, I'm Sure You Will Agree, Are Powerful Wardens Upon Chastity.