At The Ches With Me She (fortune)

And As For Me, Thogh That I Can But Lyte, On Bakes For To Rede I Me Delyte, And To Hem Yeve I Feyth And Ful Credence, And In Myn Herte Have Hem In Reverence So Hertely, That Ther Is Game Noon, That Fro My Bokes Maketh Me To Goon, But Hit Be Seldom, On The Holyday; Save, Certeynly, When That The Month Of May Is Comen, And That I Here The Foules Singe, And That The Floures Ginnen For To Springe, Farwel My Book And My Devocion.

Ek Gret Effect Men Write In Place Lite; Th'entente Is Al, And Nat The Lettres Space.

Pitee Renneth Soone In Gentil Herte.

Patience Is A Conquering Virtue. The Learned Say That, If It Not Desert You, It Vanquishes What Force Can Never Reach; Why Answer Back At Every Angry Speech? No, Learn Forbearance Or, I'll Tell You What, You Will Be Taught It, Whether You Will Or Not.

Alas, Alas, That Ever Love Was Sin! I Ever Followed Natural Inclination Under The Power Of My Constellation And Was Unable To Deny, In Truth, My Chamber Of Venus To A Likely Youth.