Love will not be constrain'd by mastery. When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.
What's said is said and goes upon its way Like it or not, repent it as you may.
Men love newfangleness.
And when a beest is deed, he hath no peyne; But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne.
Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be, That may bothe werke wel and hastily.
How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.