In the stars is written the death of every man.

The guilty think all talk is of themselves.

Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.

One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.

Abstinence is approved of God.

Men sholde nat knowe of Goddes pryvetee Ye, blessed be alwey, a lewed man That noght but oonly his believe kan! So ferde another clerk with astromye, He walked in the feelds, for to prye Upon the sterres, what ther sholde bifalle, Til he was in a marle-pit yfalle.

For many a pasty have you robbed of blood, And many a Jack of Dover have you sold That has been heated twice and twice grown cold. From many a pilgrim have you had Christ's curse, For of your parsley they yet fare the worse, Which they have eaten with your stubble goose; For in your shop full many a fly is loose.