The Gretteste Clerkes Been Noght Wisest Men.

Death Is The End Of Every Worldly Pain.

Yet In Our Ashen Cold Is Fire Yreken.

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.

Forbid Us Something, And That Thing We Desire.

What Is Better Than Wisdom? Woman. And What Is Better Than A Good Woman? Nothing.