So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.

The Devil Can Only Destroy Those Who Are Already On Their Way To Damnation.

The Cat Would Eat Fish But Would Not Get Her Feet Wet.

The Lyf So Short, The Craft So Longe To Lerne. Th' Assay So Hard, So Sharp The Conquerynge, The Dredful Joye, Alwey That Slit So Yerne; Al This Mene I Be Love... For Out Of Olde Feldes, As Men Seith, Cometh Al This New Corn Fro Yeer To Yere; And Out Of Olde Bokes, In Good Feith, Cometh Al This Newe Science That Men Lere.

The Guilty Think All Talk Is Of Themselves.

The Lyf So Short, The Craft So Long To Lerne.