What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.
Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune's throw?
First he wrought, and afterwards he taught.
Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth Al esily, for, of his genterye, Him deyneth net to wreke him on a flye, As cloth a curre or elles another beste.
Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.