And For To See, And Eek For

But Al Be That He Was A Philosophre, Yet Hadde He But Litel Gold In Cofre.

Til That The Brighte Sonne Loste His Hewe; For Th'orisonte Hath Reft The Sonne His Lyght; This Is As Muche To Seye As It Was Nyght!

Or As An Ook Comth Of A Litel Spir, So Thorugh This Lettre, Which That She Hym Sente, Encressen Gan Desir, Of Which He Brente.

A Love Grown Old Is Not The Love Once New.

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