He That Loveth God Will

For Tyme Ylost May Nought Recovered Be.

The Devil Can Only Destroy Those Who Are Already On Their Way To Damnation.

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

At The Ches With Me She (fortune) Gan To Pleye; With Her False Draughts (pieces) Dyvers/she Staal On Me, And Took Away My Fers. And When I Sawgh My Fers Awaye, Allas! I Kouthe No Lenger Playe.

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.