He that loveth God will do diligence to please God by his works, and abandon himself, with all his might, well for to do.

The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.

My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.

Harde is his heart that loveth nought In May.

Patience is a conquering virtue.

If gold rusts, what then can iron do?

I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.