The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.
Life is short. Art long. Opportunity is fleeting. Expierience treacherous. Judgement difficult.
Patience is a conquering virtue.
You are the cause by which I die.
And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?
Be nat wrooth, my lord, though that I pleye. Ful ofte in game a sooth I have herd seye!
But of no nombre mencioun made he, Of bigamye, or of octogamye33. Why sholde men thanne speke of it vileinye34?
The man who has no wife is no cuckold.
Abstinence is approved of God.
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
By God, if women had written stories, As clerks had within here oratories, They would have written of men more wickedness Than all the mark of Adam may redress.
For I have seyn of a ful misty morwe Folowen ful ofte a myrie someris day.
Every honest miller has a golden thumb.
Time and tide wait for no man.