Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.

But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene.

Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.

Patience is a conquering virtue.

Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth Al esily, for, of his genterye, Him deyneth net to wreke him on a flye, As cloth a curre or elles another beste.

Purity in body and heart May please some--as for me, I make no boast. For, as you know, no master of a household Has all of his utensils made of gold; Some are wood, and yet they are of use.

By nature, men love newfangledness.