Of Harmes Two The Lesse

A Love Grown Old Is Not The Love Once New.

Harde Is His Heart That Loveth Nought In May.

One Cannot Scold Or Complain At Every Word. Learn To Endure Patiently, Or Else, As I Live And Breathe, You Shall Learn It Whether You Want Or Not.

And She Was Fair As Is The Rose In May.

This World Nys But A Thurghfare Ful Of Wo, And We Been Pilgrymes, Passynge To And Fro.