“Be nat wrooth, my lord, though that I pleye. Ful ofte in game a sooth I have herd seye!”

“Ne nevere mo ne lakked hire pite;Tendre-herted, slydynge of corage;But trewely, I kan nat telle hire age.”

“Ful wys is he that kan himselve knowe.”

“It is ful fair a man to bere him evene,/For alday meeteth men at unset stevene.”

“The life so brief, the art so long in the learning, the attempt so hard, the conquest so sharp, the fearful joy that ever slips away so quickly - by all this I mean love, which so sorely astounds my feeling with its wondrous operation, that when I think upon it I scarce know whether I wake or sleep.”

“If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me”

“Purity in body and heart May please some--as for me, I make no boast. For, as you know, no master of a household Has all of his utensils made of gold; Some are wood, and yet they are of use.”