Purity in body and heart May please some--as for me, I make no boast. For, as you know, no master of a household Has all of his utensils made of gold; Some are wood, and yet they are of use.

And she was fair as is the rose in May.

Mercy surpasses justice.

Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be, That may bothe werke wel and hastily.

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

Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.

The devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation.