But All Thing Which That Shineth As

Make A Virtue Of Necessity.

What Is Better Than Wisdom? Woman. And What Is Better Than A Good Woman? Nothing.

The Fields Have Eyes, And The Woods Have Ears.

Certes, They Been Lye To Hounds, For An Hound When He Cometh By The Roses, Or By Other Bushes, Though He May Nat Pisse, Yet Wole He Heve Up His Leg And Make A Countenance To Pisse.

For Oute Of Olde Feldys, As Men Sey, Comyth Al This Newe Corn From Yer To Yere; And Out Of Olde Bokis, In Good Fey, Comyth Al This Newe Science That Men Lere.