The devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation.
If were not foolish young, were foolish old.
Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.
For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
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.
All good things must come to an end.