Oft at the prose is skantly worth a hen
For greattest crakers ar nat ay boldest men."—(I. 198.)
"I fynde foure thynges whiche by no meanes can
Be kept close, in secrete, or longe in preuetee
The firste is the counsell of a wytles man
The seconde is a cyte whiche byldyd is a hye
Upon a montayne the thyrde we often se
That to hyde his dedes a louer hath no skyll
The fourth is strawe or fethers on a wyndy hyll."—(I. 199.)
"A crowe to pull."—(II. 8.)