If were not foolish young, were foolish old.
What's said is said and goes upon its way Like it or not, repent it as you may.
Harde is his heart that loveth nought In May.
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.
Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.
For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.