If Were Not Foolish Young, Were Foolish

Woe To The Cook Whose Sauce Has No Sting.

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.

The Smylere With The Knyf Under The Cloke.

By God, If Women Had Written Stories, As Clerks Had Within Here Oratories, They Would Have Written Of Men More Wickedness Than All The Mark Of Adam May Redress.

He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom And Curteisye.