But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene.
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.
Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.
Patience is a conquering virtue.
There's never a new fashion but it's old.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.