Bot for men sein, and soth it is,That who that al of wisdom writIt dulleth ofte a mannes witTo him that schal it aldai rede,For thilke cause, if that ye rede,I wolde go the middel weieAnd wryte a bok betwen the tweie,Somwhat of lust, somewhat of lore.
Prologue, line 12.
O fol of alle foles,Thou farst as he betwen tuo stolesThat wolde sitte and goth to grounde.John Gower
For whan men wene best to have achieved,Ful ofte it is al newe to beginne:The werre hath no thing siker, thogh he winne.John Gower
But in proverbe I have herde say,That who that wel his werk beginneth,The rather a good end he winneth.John Gower
For loves lawe is out of reule.John Gower
It hath and schal ben everemorThat love is maister wher he wile.John Gower
He hath the sor which no man heleth,The which is cleped lack of herte.John Gower
The beauté faye upon her faceNon erthly thing it may desface.John Gower
Nevere yitWas non, which half so loste his witOf drinke, as thei of such thing doWhich cleped is the jolif wo.John Gower
So goth the world, now wo, now wel.John Gower
O moral Gower!John Gower
A king may spille, a king may save; A king may make of lorde a knave; And of a knave a lorde also.John Gower