We little know the things for which we pray.
In love there is but little rest.
By God, if women had written stories, As clerks had within here oratories, They would have written of men more wickedness Than all the mark of Adam may redress.
The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.
Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.
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