Great Peace Is Found In

Certes, They Been Lye To Hounds, For An Hound When He Cometh By The Roses, Or By Other Bushes, Though He May Nat Pisse, Yet Wole He Heve Up His Leg And Make A Countenance To Pisse.

Of Harmes Two The Lesse Is For To Cheese.

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

Men Love Newfangleness.

The Latter End Of Joy Is Woe.