One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.
I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.
Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.
Patience is a conquering virtue.
If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me
Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.