"He loved hotte and to have his lecherye."

"Upon the cop right of his nose he hade A werte, and theron stood a tuft of heres rede, As bristles of a sowes eerys olde."

"The smylere with the knyf under the cloke."

"he pricked her hard and deep, like one gone mad."

"The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne, Th'assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge, The dredful joye, alwey that slit so yerne: Al this mene I by love."