Yblessed Be God That I Have Wedded

If Were Not Foolish Young, Were Foolish Old.

With Emptie Hands Men May No Haukes Lure.

Lat Take A Cat, And Fostre Him Wel With Milk, And Tendre Flesh, And Make His Couche Of Silk, And Let Him Seen A Mous Go By The Wal; Anon He Weyveth Milk, And Flesh, And Al, And Every Deyntee That Is In That Hous, Swich Appetyt Hath He To Ete A Mous.

If Gold Ruste, What Shall Iren Do?

The Fields Have Eyes, And The Woods Have Ears.