One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.
And she was fair as is the rose in May.
Certes, they been lye to hounds, for an hound when he cometh by the roses, or by other bushes, though he may nat pisse, yet wole he heve up his leg and make a countenance to pisse.
The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
There's no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily.
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.