My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.

He that loveth God will do diligence to please God by his works, and abandon himself, with all his might, well for to do.

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

Filth and old age, I'm sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.

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

It is nought good a sleping hound to wake.

For hym was levere have at his beddes heed Twenty bookes, clad in blak or reed, Of Aristotle and his philosophie, Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrie.