He who accepts his poverty unhurt I'd say is rich although he lacked a shirt. But truly poor are they who whine and fret and covet what they cannot hope to get.

First he wrought, and afterwards he taught.

People can die of mere imagination.

If gold rusts, what then can iron do?

'My lige lady, generally,' quod he, 'Wommen desyren to have sovereyntee As well over hir housbond as hir love.'

A love grown old is not the love once new.

If were not foolish young, were foolish old.