So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
All good things must come to an end.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
Abstinence is approved of God.
Certes, they been lye to hounds, for an hound when he cometh by the roses, or by other bushes, though he may nat pisse, yet wole he heve up his leg and make a countenance to pisse.
Love will not be constrain'd by mastery. When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.