Men love newfangleness.
One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.
For hym was levere have at his beddes heed Twenty bookes, clad in blak or reed, Of Aristotle and his philosophie, Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrie.
All good things must come to an end.
Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.