Men sholde nat knowe of Goddes pryvetee Ye, blessed be alwey, a lewed man That noght but oonly his believe kan! So ferde another clerk with astromye, He walked in the feelds, for to prye Upon the sterres, what ther sholde bifalle, Til he was in a marle-pit yfalle.
If were not foolish young, were foolish old.
The guilty think all talk is of themselves.
Mercy surpasses justice.
One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.
A love grown old is not the love once new.