For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
Many small make a great.
A love grown old is not the love once new.
Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk.
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.
Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.