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.
One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
There's never a new fashion but it's old.
Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.
Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.