Or As An Ook Comth

Of Harmes Two The Lesse Is For To Cheese.

The Bisy Larke, Messager Of Day.

If No Love Is, O God, What Fele I So? And If Love Is, What Thing And Which Is He? If Love Be Good, From Whennes Cometh My Woo? If It Be Wikke, A Wonder Thynketh Me

That Of All The Floures In The Mede, Thanne Love I Most These Floures White And Rede, Suche As Men Callen Daysyes In Her Toune.

For There Is One Thing I Can Safely Say: That Those Bound By Love Must Obey Each Other If They Are To Keep Company Long. Love Will Not Be Constrained By Mastery; When Mastery Comes, The God Of Love At Once Beats His Wings, And Farewell He Is Gone. Love Is A Thing As Free As Any Spirit; Women Naturally Desire Liberty, And Not To Be Constrained Like Slaves; And So Do Men, If I Shall Tell The Truth.