Woe To The Cook Whose Sauce Has

And Brought Of Mighty Ale A Large Quart.

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

Oon Ere It Herde, At Tother Out It Went.

Ther Is No Newe Gyse That It Nas Old.

Mercy Surpasses Justice.