There's Never A New Fashion But It's

Harde Is His Heart That Loveth Nought In May.

The Guilty Think All Talk Is Of Themselves.

This World Nys But A Thurghfare Ful Of Wo, And We Been Pilgrymes, Passynge To And Fro.

Habit Maketh No Monk, Ne Wearing Of Gilt Spurs Maketh No Knight.

Whan That Aprill With His Shoures Soote The Droghte Of March Hath Perced To The Roote.