Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth Al esily, for, of his genterye, Him deyneth net to wreke him on a flye, As cloth a curre or elles another beste.

Patience is a conquering virtue.

If were not foolish young, were foolish old.

Murder will out, this my conclusion.

Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.

So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.

Harde is his heart that loveth nought In May.