And Gladly Would He Learn,

Drunkenness Is The Very Sepulcher Of Man's Wit And His Discretion.

The Smylere With The Knyf Under The Cloke.

Whoso Will Pray, He Must Fast And Be Clean, And Fat His Soul, And Make His Body Lean.

What's Said Is Said And Goes Upon Its Way Like It Or Not, Repent It As You May.

That Of All The Floures In The Mede, Thanne Love I Most These Floures White And Rede, Suche As Men Callen Daysyes In Her Toune.