Habit Maketh No Monk, Ne Wearing Of

Loke Who That Is Most Vertuous Alway, Prive And Apert, And Most Entendeth Ay To Do The Gentil Dedes That He Can, And Take Him For The Gretest Gentilman.

Eke Wonder Last But Nine Deies Never In Toun.

And She Was Fair As Is The Rose In May.

Who Then May Trust The Dice, At Fortune's Throw?

If A Man Really Loves A Woman, Of Course He Wouldn't Marry Her For The World If He Were Not Quite Sure That He Was The Best Person She Could Possibly Marry.