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.

If a man really loves a woman, of course he wouldn't marry her for the world if he were not quite sure that he was the best person she could possibly marry.

Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.

Many small make a great.

With emptie hands men may no haukes lure.

Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be, That may bothe werke wel and hastily.

For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.