There's no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily.

In the stars is written the death of every man.

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

The life so brief, the art so long in the learning, the attempt so hard, the conquest so sharp, the fearful joy that ever slips away so quickly - by all this I mean love, which so sorely astounds my feeling with its wondrous operation, that when I think upon it I scarce know whether I wake or sleep.

So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.

Look up on high, and thank the God of all.

The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.