Ther Is No Newe Gyse That It

What's Said Is Said And Goes Upon Its Way Like It Or Not, Repent It As You May.

Certes, They Been Lye To Hounds, For An Hound When He Cometh By The Roses, Or By Other Bushes, Though He May Nat Pisse, Yet Wole He Heve Up His Leg And Make A Countenance To Pisse.

By God, If Women Had Written Stories, As Clerks Had Within Here Oratories, They Would Have Written Of Men More Wickedness Than All The Mark Of Adam May Redress.

In Love There Is But Little Rest.

And Gladly Wolde He Lerne, And Gladly Teche.