Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.

And when a beest is deed, he hath no peyne; But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne.

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

Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.

Mercy surpasses justice.

By God, if women had written stories, As clerks had within here oratories, They would have written of men more wickedness Than all the mark of Adam may redress.

Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.