In the stars is written the death of every man.
The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
'My lige lady, generally,' quod he, 'Wommen desyren to have sovereyntee As well over hir housbond as hir love.'
One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.
Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.