All good things must come to an end.
The latter end of joy is woe.
Yblessed be god that I have wedded fyve! Welcome the sixte, whan that evere he shal.
A yokel mind loves stories from of old, Being the kind it can repeat and hold.
Alas, alas, that ever love was sin! I ever followed natural inclination Under the power of my constellation And was unable to deny, in truth, My chamber of Venus to a likely youth.
Right as an aspen lefe she gan to quake.
The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.
Youth may outrun the old, but not outwit.
It seems to me that poverty is an eyeglass through which one may see his true friends.
Thus in this heaven he took his delight And smothered her with kisses upon kisses Till gradually he came to know where bliss is.
Who shall give a lover any law?’ Love is a greater law, by my troth, than any law written by mortal man.
For he would rather have, by his bedside, twenty books, bound in black or red, of Aristotle and his philosophy, than rich robes or costly fiddles or gay harps.
La moraleja de todas las tragedias es la misma: que la Fortuna siempre ataca a los reinos prepotentes cuando menos lo esperan.
In general, my liege lady,’ he began, ‘Women desire to have dominion Over their husbands, and their lovers too; They want to have mastery over them. That’s what you most desire – even if my life Is forfeit. I am here; do what you like.
I know that my singing doesn’t make the moon rise, nor does it make the stars shine. But without my song, the night would seem empty and incomplete. There is more to daybreak than light, just as there is more to nighttime than darkness.
Lust is addicted to novelty.
The time always flees; it will wait for no man. And through you are still in the flower of your young manhood, age creeps on steadily, as quiet as a stone, and death meanaces every age and strikes in every rank, for no one escapes. As surely as we know that we will die, so we are uncertain of the day when death shall fall on us.
He kept his tippet stuffed with pins for curls, And pocket-knives, to give to pretty girls.
Truly she was of elegant deportment, and very pleasing and amiable in bearing. She took pains to counterfeit the manners of the court and to be dignified in behavior and to be held worthy of reverence.
Well did he know the taverns in every town, and every hosteller and bar-maid, far better than he knew any leper or beggar.