For Tyme Ylost May Nought

Men Love Newfangleness.

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

Fie On Possession, But If A Man Be Vertuous Withal.

We Little Know The Things For Which We Pray.

Murder Will Out, This My Conclusion.