Filth and old age, I'm sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
Make a virtue of necessity.
If gold rusts, what then can iron do?
At the ches with me she (Fortune) gan to pleye; With her false draughts (pieces) dyvers/She staal on me, and took away my fers. And when I sawgh my fers awaye, Allas! I kouthe no lenger playe.