Many a true word is spoken in jest
Love will not be constrain'd by mastery. When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.