One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.

Great peace is found in little busy-ness.

Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.

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.

Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.

Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.

I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.