Whan That Aprill With His

For Many A Pasty Have You Robbed Of Blood, And Many A Jack Of Dover Have You Sold That Has Been Heated Twice And Twice Grown Cold. From Many A Pilgrim Have You Had Christ's Curse, For Of Your Parsley They Yet Fare The Worse, Which They Have Eaten With Your Stubble Goose; For In Your Shop Full Many A Fly Is Loose.

And Then The Wren Gan Scippen And To Daunce.

Full Wise Is He That Can Himselven Knowe.

With Empty Hand No Man Can Lure A Hawk.

The Smylere With The Knyf Under The Cloke.