Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
Patience is a conquering virtue.
In the stars is written the death of every man.
Certes, they been lye to hounds, for an hound when he cometh by the roses, or by other bushes, though he may nat pisse, yet wole he heve up his leg and make a countenance to pisse.
For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
Ful wys is he that kan hymselven knowe.