Felds Hath Eyen, And Wode

I Hold A Mouses Wit Not Worth A Leke, That Hath But On Hole For To Sterten To.

Take A Cat, Nourish It Well With Milk And Tender Meat, Make It A Couch Of Silk.

Yet Do Not Miss The Moral, My Good Men. For Saint Paul Says That All That’s Written Well Is Written Down Some Useful Truth To Tell. Then Take The Wheat And Let The Chaff Lie Still.

All Good Things Must Come To An End.

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