"A man shal fynde, that in his lyf, The gretteste joye is to have a wyf."

"His curly hair looked as if they were pressed in a machine and his clothes were embellished with red and white, as if it were a meadow full of fresh flowers."

"For love is blynd alday, and may nat see."

"And if that he forbede it, wolde he say, / 'A man may do no synne, but if he may / Nat touche a womman, for al his lyf.'"

"As for to speke of innocence, I woot no man that may be exempt from it."