Til That The Brighte Sonne

This Flour Of Wifly Patience.

Woe To The Cook Whose Sauce Has No Sting.

Loke Who That Is Most Vertuous Alway, Prive And Apert, And Most Entendeth Ay To Do The Gentil Dedes That He Can, And Take Him For The Gretest Gentilman.

Eke Wonder Last But Nine Deies Never In Toun.

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