If Gold Ruste, What Shall

The Latter End Of Joy Is Woe.

Harde Is His Heart That Loveth Nought In May.

In The Stars Is Written The Death Of Every Man.

Whoso Will Pray, He Must Fast And Be Clean, And Fat His Soul, And Make His Body Lean.

By God, If Women Had Written Stories, As Clerks Had Within Here Oratories, They Would Have Written Of Men More Wickedness Than All The Mark Of Adam May Redress.