Right As An Aspen Lefe

Ther Nis No Werkman, Whatsoevere He Be, That May Bothe Werke Wel And Hastily.

Men Sholde Nat Knowe Of Goddes Pryvetee Ye, Blessed Be Alwey, A Lewed Man That Noght But Oonly His Believe Kan! So Ferde Another Clerk With Astromye, He Walked In The Feelds, For To Prye Upon The Sterres, What Ther Sholde Bifalle, Til He Was In A Marle-pit Yfalle.

Eke Wonder Last But Nine Deies Never In Toun.

So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.

For In Their Hearts Doth Nature Stir Them So Then People Long On Pilgrimage To Go And Palmers To Be Seeking Foreign Strands To Distant Shrines Renowned In Sundry Lands.