Yet In Our Ashen Cold

And Brought Of Mighty Ale A Large Quart.

Ther Is No Newe Gyse That It Nas Old.

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.

But Christ's Lore And His Apostles Twelve, He Taught And First He Followed It Himself.

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