If Gold Ruste, What Shall Iren Do?

In Love There Is But Little Rest.

With Empty Hand No Man Can Lure A Hawk.

For Oute Of Olde Feldys, As Men Sey, Comyth Al This Newe Corn From Yer To Yere; And Out Of Olde Bokis, In Good Fey, Comyth Al This Newe Science That Men Lere.

Of Harmes Two The Lesse Is For To Cheese.

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.