Women desire six things: They want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous, obedient to wife, and lively in bed.
— Geoffrey Chaucer
There's no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily.
He was as fresh as is the month of May.
The life so short, the crafts so long to learn.
The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
People can die of mere imagination.
There's never a new fashion but it's old.
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.
Murder will out, this my conclusion.
Time and tide wait for no man.
First he wrought, and afterward he taught.
The guilty think all talk is of themselves.
Filth and old age, I'm sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.
By nature, men love newfangledness.
Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.
Nowhere so busy a man as he than he, and yet he seemed busier than he was.
We know little of the things for which we pray.
Love is blind.
