Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune's throw?
In love there is but little rest.
With emptie hands men may no haukes lure.
For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
The devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation.
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.