And When A Beest Is

Murder Will Out, This My Conclusion.

For In Their Hearts Doth Nature Stir Them So Then People Long On Pilgrimage To Go And Palmers To Be Seeking Foreign Strands To Distant Shrines Renowned In Sundry Lands.

For I Have Seyn Of A Ful Misty Morwe Folowen Ful Ofte A Myrie Someris Day.

Many A True Word Is Spoken In Jest

If Love Be Good, From Whence Cometh My Woe?