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.

Love will not be constrain'd by mastery. When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.

Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.

By nature, men love newfangledness.

I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.

What's said is said and goes upon its way Like it or not, repent it as you may.

There's never a new fashion but it's old.