If gold rusts, what then can iron do?
Filth and old age, I'm sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.
The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.
Lat take a cat, and fostre him wel with milk, And tendre flesh, and make his couche of silk, And let him seen a mous go by the wal; Anon he weyveth milk, and flesh, and al, And every deyntee that is in that hous, Swich appetyt hath he to ete a mous.
And she was fair as is the rose in May.
Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.