If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me
Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.
The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.
It is nought good a sleping hound to wake.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
Men love newfangleness.