A love grown old is not the love once new.
And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach
Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth Al esily, for, of his genterye, Him deyneth net to wreke him on a flye, As cloth a curre or elles another beste.
There's never a new fashion but it's old.
Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.
Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.