The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk.
What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.
Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.
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.
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.