The bisy larke, messager of day.
If love be good, from whence cometh my woe?
By nature, men love newfangledness.
We know little of the things for which we pray.
One cannot be avenged for every wrong; according to the occasion, everyone who knows how, must use temperance.
I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose.
One eare it heard, at the other out it went.
Strike while the iron is hot.
He who accepts his poverty unhurt I’d say is rich although he lacked a shirt. But truly poor are they who whine and fret and covet what they cannot hope to get.
Ek gret effect men write in place lite; Th’entente is al, and nat the lettres space.
One cannot scold or complain at every word. Learn to endure patiently, or else, as I live and breathe, you shall learn it whether you want or not.
For of fortunes sharp adversitee The worst kynde of infortune is this, A man to han ben in prosperitee, And it remembren, whan it passed is.
Min be the travaille, and thin be the glorie.
Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
Great peace is found in little busy-ness.
Men sholde nat knowe of Goddes pryvetee Ye, blessed be alwey, a lewed man That noght but oonly his believe kan! So ferde another clerk with astromye, He walked in the feelds, for to prye Upon the sterres, what ther sholde bifalle, Til he was in a marle-pit yfalle.
Many a true word is spoken in jest.
And when a beest is deed, he hath no peyne; But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne.
My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.