That Of All The Floures

A Yokel Mind Loves Stories From Of Old, Being The Kind It Can Repeat And Hold.

Time Lost, As Men May See, For Nothing May Recovered Be.

Every Honest Miller Has A Golden Thumb.

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.

Full Wise Is He That Can Himselven Knowe.