Make a virtue of necessity.
By God, if women had written stories, As clerks had within here oratories, They would have written of men more wickedness Than all the mark of Adam may redress.
Look up on high, and thank the God of all.
How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.
In the stars is written the death of every man.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.