One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.
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.
How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.
Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune's throw?
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
Patience is a conquering virtue.