And she was fair as is the rose in May.
The latter end of joy is woe.
And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach
Look up on high, and thank the God of all.
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
Men love newfangleness.
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
And as for me, thogh that I can but lyte, On bakes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yeve I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon, That fro my bokes maketh me to goon, But hit be seldom, on the holyday; Save, certeynly, when that the month of May Is comen, and that I here the foules singe, And that the floures ginnen for to springe, Farwel my book and my devocion.
Lat take a cat, and fostre him wel with milk, And tendre flesh, and make his couche of silk, And let him seen a mous go by the wal; Anon he weyveth milk, and flesh, and al, And every deyntee that is in that hous, Swich appetyt hath he to ete a mous.
The lyf so short, the craft so longe to lerne. Th' assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge, The dredful joye, alwey that slit so yerne; Al this mene I be love... For out of olde feldes, as men seith, Cometh al this new corn fro yeer to yere; And out of olde bokes, in good feith, Cometh al this newe science that men lere.
By nature, men love newfangledness.
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.
Thou shalt make castels thanne in Spayne And dreme of joye, all but in vayne.
He is gentle that doeth gentle deeds.
What's said is said and goes upon its way Like it or not, repent it as you may.
For in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands.
He loved chivalrye Trouthe and honour, freedom and curteisye.
My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.
People can die of mere imagination.
To keep demands as much skill as to win.
One cannot be avenged for every wrong; according to the occasion, everyone who knows how, must use temperance.
Abstinence is approved of God.
Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote.
One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.
Every honest miller has a golden thumb.
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