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.

There's never a new fashion but it's old.

So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.

Many small make a great.

To keep demands as much skill as to win.

If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me

Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.