One eare it heard, at the other out it went.
The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.
And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
The life so short, the crafts so long to learn.
First he wrought, and afterward he taught.
She lovede Right fro the firste sighte.
Love is blynde.
Experience, though non auctoritee Were in this world, is right ynough to me To speke of wo that is in mariage. . . .
Marriage is a wonderful invention; but, then again, so is a bicycle repair kit.
Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.
Nature vicarye of the Almighty Lord.
Thanne is it wysdom, as thynketh me, To maken vertu of necessite, And take it weel, that we may not eschu, And namely that that to us alle is due.
Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience, That neither by hir wordes ne his face Biforn the fold, ne eek in her absence, Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.
He koude songes make and well endite.
But Cristes loore, and his Apostles twelve He taughte, but first he folowed it hymselfe.
Certes, they been lye to hounds, for an hound when he cometh by the roses, or by other bushes, though he may nat pisse, yet wole he heve up his leg and make a countenance to pisse.
Frieth in his own grease.
In jalousie I rede eek thou hym bynde And thou shalt make him couche as doeth a quaille.
Rose were sette of swete savour, With many roses that thei bere.
I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose. [Fr., Je ne suis pas la rose, mais j'ai vecu pres d'elle.]
His studie was but litel on the Bible.
For thre may kepe a counsel, if twain be awaie.
And for to se, and eek for to be seye.
It is not good a sleping hound to wake.
For of Fortune's sharpe adversite, The worste kynde of infortune is this, A man to hav bent in prosperite, And it remembren whan it passed is.