To Maken Vertue Of Necessite.

Oon Ere It Herde, At Tother Out It Went.

Alas, Alas, That Ever Love Was Sin! I Ever Followed Natural Inclination Under The Power Of My Constellation And Was Unable To Deny, In Truth, My Chamber Of Venus To A Likely Youth.

Truth Is The Highest Thing That Man May Keep.

And She Was Fair As Is The Rose In May.

The Proverbe Saith That Many A Smale Maketh A Grate.