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.

Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. For Saint Paul says that all that’s written well Is written down some useful truth to tell. Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still.

By God, if women had written stories, As clerks had within here oratories, They would have written of men more wickedness Than all the mark of Adam may redress.

He that loveth God will do diligence to please God by his works, and abandon himself, with all his might, well for to do.

The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.

Patience is a conquering virtue.

And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach