That Field Hath Eyen, And The Wood

Men Sholde Nat Knowe Of Goddes Pryvetee Ye, Blessed Be Alwey, A Lewed Man That Noght But Oonly His Believe Kan! So Ferde Another Clerk With Astromye, He Walked In The Feelds, For To Prye Upon The Sterres, What Ther Sholde Bifalle, Til He Was In A Marle-pit Yfalle.

Eke Wonder Last But Nine Deies Never In Toun.

This Flour Of Wifly Patience.

How Potent Is The Fancy! People Are So Impressionable, They Can Die Of Imagination.

He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom And Curteisye.