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.

Make a virtue of necessity.

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

He that loveth God will do diligence to please God by his works, and abandon himself, with all his might, well for to do.

Mercy surpasses justice.

In the stars is written the death of every man.

Of alle the floures in the mede, Than love I most these floures whyte and rede, Swiche as men callen daysies in our toun. . . . . Til that myn herte dye. . . . . That wel by reson men hit calle may The 'dayesye' or elles the 'ye of day,' The emperice and flour of floures alle. I pray to god that faire mot she falle, And alle that loven floures, for hir sake!