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.

And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach

It is nought good a sleping hound to wake.

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

In love there is but little rest.

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

For hym was levere have at his beddes heed Twenty bookes, clad in blak or reed, Of Aristotle and his philosophie, Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrie.