We Little Know The Things For Which

People Can Die Of Mere Imagination.

For Thogh We Slepe, Or Wake, Or Rome, Or Ryde, Ay Fleeth The Tyme; It Nyl No Man Abyde.

Til That The Brighte Sonne Loste His Hewe; For Th'orisonte Hath Reft The Sonne His Lyght; This Is As Muche To Seye As It Was Nyght!

So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.

Truth Is The Highest Thing That Man May Keep.