Filth and old age, I'm sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.
And when a beest is deed, he hath no peyne; But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne.
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.
Ful wys is he that kan hymselven knowe.
The guilty think all talk is of themselves.
I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.