Men sholde nat knowe of Goddes pryvetee Ye, blessed be alwey, a lewed man That noght but oonly his believe kan! So ferde another clerk with astromye, He walked in the feelds, for to prye Upon the sterres, what ther sholde bifalle, Til he was in a marle-pit yfalle.

Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.

I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.

And she was fair as is the rose in May.

If were not foolish young, were foolish old.

We little know the things for which we pray.

Filth and old age, I'm sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.