A love grown old is not the love once new.
In love there is but little rest.
Everybody wants to go to the Super Bowl. Nobody wants to run laps.
With emptie hands men may no haukes lure.
He that loveth God will do diligence to please God by his works, and abandon himself, with all his might, well for to do.
Pitee renneth soone in gentil herte.
Soun is noght but air ybroken, And every speche that is spoken, Loud or privee, foul or fair, In his substaunce is but air; For as flaumbe is but lighted smoke, Right so soun is air ybroke.
Eke wonder last but nine deies never in toun.
To maken vertue of necessite.
And for to see, and eek for to be seie.
I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to.
But all thing which that shineth as the gold Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.
And then the wren gan scippen and to daunce.
Or as an ook comth of a litel spir, So thorugh this lettre, which that she hym sente, Encressen gan desir, of which he brente.
If a man really loves a woman, of course he wouldn’t marry her for the world if he were not quite sure that he was the best person she could possibly marry.
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
In general, women desire to rule over their husbands and lovers, to be the authority above them.
Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune’s throw?
For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.
He loved chivalrye Trouthe and honour, freedom and curteisye.