Hyt Is Not Al Golde That Glareth.

Thus With Hir Fader For A Certeyn Space Dwelleth This Flour Of Wyfly Pacience, That Neither By Hir Wordes Ne Hir Face Biforn The Folk, Ne Eek In Her Absence, Ne Shewed She That Hir Was Doon Offence.

All Good Things Must Come To An End.

And Gladly Wolde He Lerne, And Gladly Teche.

Men Love Newfangleness.

Ther Is No Newe Gyse That It Nas Old.