And she was fair as is the rose in May.

Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. For Saint Paul says that all that’s written well Is written down some useful truth to tell. Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still.

The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.

Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk.

And when a beest is deed, he hath no peyne; But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne.

The guilty think all talk is of themselves.

And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach