Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.

In the stars is written the death of every man.

One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.

Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk.

And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.

Many small make a great.

For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.