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.
The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.
Harde is his heart that loveth nought In May.
Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.
Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.
If were not foolish young, were foolish old.