The Smylere With The Knyf Under The

One Eare It Heard, At The Other Out It Went.

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

Lat Take A Cat, And Fostre Him Wel With Milk, And Tendre Flesh, And Make His Couche Of Silk, And Let Him Seen A Mous Go By The Wal; Anon He Weyveth Milk, And Flesh, And Al, And Every Deyntee That Is In That Hous, Swich Appetyt Hath He To Ete A Mous.

Right As An Aspen Lefe She Gan To Quake.

'my Lige Lady, Generally,' Quod He, 'wommen Desyren To Have Sovereyntee As Well Over Hir Housbond As Hir Love.'