In love there is but little rest.
For hym was levere have at his beddes heed Twenty bookes, clad in blak or reed, Of Aristotle and his philosophie, Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrie.
Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.
Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.
But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene.
We little know the things for which we pray.