Ful Wys Is He That

And For To See, And Eek For To Be Seie.

And Then The Wren Gan Scippen And To Daunce.

For Oute Of Olde Feldys, As Men Sey, Comyth Al This Newe Corn From Yer To Yere; And Out Of Olde Bokis, In Good Fey, Comyth Al This Newe Science That Men Lere.

Go, Little Booke! Go, My Little Tragedie!

But Manly Set The World On Sixe And Sevene; And, If Thou Deye A Martir, Go To Hevene.