For Thogh We Slepe, Or

Forbid Us Something, And That Thing We Desire.

And Gladly Wolde He Lerne, And Gladly Teche.

Purity In Body And Heart May Please Some--as For Me, I Make No Boast. For, As You Know, No Master Of A Household Has All Of His Utensils Made Of Gold; Some Are Wood, And Yet They Are Of Use.

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.

Right As An Aspen Lefe She Gan To Quake.