That He Is Gentil That Doth Gentil

The Gretteste Clerkes Been Noght Wisest Men.

Nature, The Vicar Of The Almighty Lord.

One Flesh They Are; And One Flesh, So I'd Guess, Has But One Heart, Come Grief Or Happiness.

At The Ches With Me She (fortune) Gan To Pleye; With Her False Draughts (pieces) Dyvers/she Staal On Me, And Took Away My Fers. And When I Sawgh My Fers Awaye, Allas! I Kouthe No Lenger Playe.

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