Harde is his heart that loveth nought In May.
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
We little know the things for which we pray.
The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
He who accepts his poverty unhurt I'd say is rich although he lacked a shirt. But truly poor are they who whine and fret and covet what they cannot hope to get.
Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.