And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
Love will not be constrain’d by mastery. When mast’ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.
Til that the brighte sonne loste his hewe; For th’orisonte hath reft the sonne his lyght; This is as muche to seye as it was nyght!
Who looks at me, beholdeth sorrows all, All pain, all torture, woe and all distress; I have no need on other harms to call, As anguish, languor, cruel bitterness, Discomfort, dread, and madness more and less; Methinks from heaven above the tears must rain In pity for my harsh and cruel pain.
Many small make a great.
Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk...
Patience is a conquering virtue. The learned say that, if it not desert you, It vanquishes what force can never reach; Why answer back at every angry speech? No, learn forbearance or, I’ll tell you what, You will be taught it, whether you will or not.
Hard is the heart that loveth nought In May.
I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.
Death is the end of every worldly pain.
For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde, Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde.
That he is gentil that doth gentil dedis.
Nature, the vicar of the Almighty Lord.
Ther is no newe gyse that it nas old.
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.