He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom

Lat Take A Cat, And Fostre Him Wel With Milk, And Tendre Flesh, And Make His Couche Of Silk, And Let Him Seen A Mous Go By The Wal; Anon He Weyveth Milk, And Flesh, And Al, And Every Deyntee That Is In That Hous, Swich Appetyt Hath He To Ete A Mous.

The Handsome Gifts That Fate And Nature Lend Us Most Often Are The Very Ones That End Us.

Ther Is No Newe Gyse That It Nas Old.

Whan That Aprill With His Shoures Soote The Droghte Of March Hath Perced To The Roote.

Men Love Newfangleness.