With empty hand no man can lure a hawk.

We little know the things for which we pray.

At the ches with me she (Fortune) gan to pleye; With her false draughts (pieces) dyvers/She staal on me, and took away my fers. And when I sawgh my fers awaye, Allas! I kouthe no lenger playe.

Whoso will pray, he must fast and be clean, And fat his soul, and make his body lean.

Look up on high, and thank the God of all.

The devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation.

How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.