There ys no solas undyr heveneOf al that a man may neveneThat shuld a man so mochë glewAs a gode womman that loveth trew.
'What tydynges at Camelot?'seyde that on knyght.'By my hede, there have I been and aspied the courte of kynge Arthure, and there ys such a felyshyp that they may never be brokyn, and well-nyghe all the world holdith with Arthure, for there ys the floure of chevalry.'
Yet som men say in many partys of Inglonde that kynge Arthur ys nat dede?and men say that he shall com agayne, and he shall win the Holy Crosse.Yet I woll nat say that hit shall be so, but rather Iwoldesey: here inthys there ys wrytten uppon the tumbe thys: [Here lies Arthur, the once and future king].
If that thise men that lovers hem pretende,To women weren feythfull good and trewe,And dreden hem to deceyven or offende,Women, to love hem, wolde nat eschewe;But every day hath man an herte newe:Yt, upon oon, abide can no while.What fore ys it, swich a wight to be-gile?thomas occleve
Old proverbe says,That byrd ys not honestThat fyleth hys owne nest.john skelton
For hit ys oft seyde by hem that yet lyues He must nedys go that the deuell dryues.john lydgate
That byrd ys nat honest That fylythe hys owne nest.john skelton
The worlde bie diffraunce ys ynn orderr founde.