Truth Is The Highest Thing That Man

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.

Who Then May Trust The Dice, At Fortune's Throw?

Mercy Surpasses Justice.

Whan That Aprill With His Shoures Soote The Droghte Of March Hath Perced To The Roote.

In The Stars Is Written The Death Of Every Man.