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

'My lige lady, generally,' quod he, 'Wommen desyren to have sovereyntee As well over hir housbond as hir love.'

He loved chivalrye Trouthe and honour, freedom and curteisye.

Of alle the floures in the mede, Than love I most these floures whyte and rede, Swiche as men callen daysies in our toun. . . . . Til that myn herte dye. . . . . That wel by reson men hit calle may The 'dayesye' or elles the 'ye of day,' The emperice and flour of floures alle. I pray to god that faire mot she falle, And alle that loven floures, for hir sake!

Nowhere so busy a man as he there was _x000D_And yet he seemed busier than he was.

But Christ's lore and his apostles twelve,_x000D_He taught and first he followed it himself.

Murder will out, this my conclusion.

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

In the stars is written the death of every man.

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.

There's never a new fashion but it's old.

For oute of olde feldys, as men sey,_x000D__x000D_Comyth al this newe corn from yer to yere;_x000D__x000D_And out of olde bokis, in good fey,_x000D__x000D_Comyth al this newe science that men lere.

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

Make a virtue of necessity.

People can die of mere imagination.

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

Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.

The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.

Whoso will pray, he must fast and be clean, And fat his soul, and make his body lean.

And she was fair as is the rose in May.

The guilty think all talk is of themselves.