Your greedy gluttonous lustful appetite!
Out of the very toughest bones they beat
The marrow, since they will throw nothing out
That may slip down the gullet sweet and smooth.

The life so short, the crafts so long to learn.

For there is one thing I can safely say: that those bound by love must obey each other if they are to keep company long. Love will not be constrained by mastery; when mastery comes, the God of love at once beats his wings, and farewell he is gone. Love is a thing as free as any spirit; women naturally desire liberty, and not to be constrained like slaves; and so do men, if I shall tell the truth.

Women naturally desire the same six things as I; they want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous with money, obedient to the wife, and lively in bed.

It is nought good a sleping hound to wake.

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

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

A yokel mind loves stories from of old, Being the kind it can repeat and hold.

By God, if women had written stories,
As clerks had within here oratories,
They would have written of men more wickedness
Than all the mark of Adam may redress.

Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune's throw?

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.

Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.

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.

And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.

We know little of the things for which we pray.

Women desire six things: They want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous, obedient to wife, and lively in bed.

Doctors and druggists wash each other's hands.

If love be good, from whence cometh my woe?

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

Time and tide wait for no man.