"Darke is the day, when Phœbus face is shrowded, And weaker sights may wander soone astray: But when they see his glor…"

"Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush."

"I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see."

"I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason."

"Uncouthe, unkiste, sayde the olde famous poete Chaucer."

"So now they have made our English tongue, a gallimaufray or hodgepodge of al other speches."

"Bring hether the Pincke and purple Cullambine, With Gelliflowres: Bring Coronations, and Sops in wine, Worne of Param…"

"And whither rennes this bevie of ladies bright, Raunged in a rowe?"

"Is not thilke the mery moneth of May, When love lads masken in fresh aray?"

"So love is Lord of all the world by right."