And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach
In love there is but little rest.
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.
A love grown old is not the love once new.
The devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation.
Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.