For Tyme Ylost May Nought Recovered Be.

First He Wrought, And Afterwards He Taught.

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.

To Maken Vertue Of Necessite.

How Potent Is The Fancy! People Are So Impressionable, They Can Die Of Imagination.

The Devil Can Only Destroy Those Who Are Already On Their Way To Damnation.