The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.
Mercy surpasses justice.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.
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
For in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands.