All good things must come to an end.

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

. . . if gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust. . . .

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.

In love there is but little rest.

The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.