Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be, That may bothe werke wel and hastily.
What's said is said and goes upon its way Like it or not, repent it as you may.
It is nought good a sleping hound to wake.
I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.
For in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands.
But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene.