For many a pasty have you robbed of blood, And many a Jack of Dover have you sold That has been heated twice and twice grown cold. From many a pilgrim have you had Christ's curse, For of your parsley they yet fare the worse, Which they have eaten with your stubble goose; For in your shop full many a fly is loose.

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

And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach

My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.

A love grown old is not the love once new.

The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.

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