The devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation.
Murder will out, this my conclusion.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.
By nature, men love newfangledness.
Men sholde nat knowe of Goddes pryvetee Ye, blessed be alwey, a lewed man That noght but oonly his believe kan! So ferde another clerk with astromye, He walked in the feelds, for to prye Upon the sterres, what ther sholde bifalle, Til he was in a marle-pit yfalle.