The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.

Whoso will pray, he must fast and be clean, And fat his soul, and make his body lean.

And when a beest is deed, he hath no peyne; But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne.

One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.

But, Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth me Upon my yowthe, and on my jolitee, It tickleth me aboute myn herte roote. Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote That I have had my world as in my tyme. But age, alias! that al wole envenyme, Hath me biraft my beautee and my pith. Lat go, farewel! the devel go therwith! The flour is goon, ther is namoore to telle; The bren, as I best kan, now most I selle.

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

Many small make a great.