"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…"

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

"For he owre englishe gilte with his sawes, Rude and boistous firste be olde dawes, That was ful fer from al perfeccio…"

"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."