"A wikked tonge wol alway deme amis."

"Who lesethe his fredam, in faith! he loseth all."

"A prowde hert in a beggers brest, A fowle visage with gay temples of atyre, Horrible othes with an holy prist, A just…"

"Woord is but wynd; leff woord and tak the dede."

"For love is mor than gold or gret richesse; Gold faileth ofte; love wol abyde."

"Odyous of olde been comparisonis."

"Harde to likke hony out of a marbil stoon, For ther is nouthir licour nor moisture."

"Trouthe wil out maugre of fals enuye, Rihtwysnesse may nat ben hid certeyn, As for a tyme it may been ovirleyn."

"For a story which is nat pleynli told, But constreynyd undir woordes fewe For lak off trouthe, wher thei be newe or o…"

"All is not golde that outward shewith bright."