The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.

Make a virtue of necessity.

Whoso will pray, he must fast and be clean, And fat his soul, and make his body lean.

There's no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily.

If a man really loves a woman, of course he wouldn't marry her for the world if he were not quite sure that he was the best person she could possibly marry.

. . . if gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust. . . .

And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.