Woe To The Cook Whose Sauce Has

I Hold A Mouses Wit Not Worth A Leke, That Hath But On Hole For To Sterten To.

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.

But All Thing Which That Shineth As The Gold Ne Is No Gold, As I Have Herd It Told.

Pitee Renneth Soone In Gentil Herte.

For There Is One Thing I Can Safely Say: That Those Bound By Love Must Obey Each Other If They Are To Keep Company Long. Love Will Not Be Constrained By Mastery; When Mastery Comes, The God Of Love At Once Beats His Wings, And Farewell He Is Gone. Love Is A Thing As Free As Any Spirit; Women Naturally Desire Liberty, And Not To Be Constrained Like Slaves; And So Do Men, If I Shall Tell The Truth.