"The Firste Moevere of the cause above, Whan he first made the faire cheyne of love, Greet was theffect, and heigh was his entente."

"Thus may ye see that every creature, Evere in his kynde, desireth to confourme Him to the kynde of his creatoure."

"I trowe he were a geldyng or a mare."

"Wommen are so variable, and so unstable, That ther is no trust in hem, by my fey."

"He knew the cause of every maladye, / Were it of hoot, or coold, or moyste, or drye, / And where engendred, and of what humour."