John Gower

For whan men wene best to have achieved,The werre hath no thing siker, thogh he winne.

— John Gower

Bot for men sein, and soth it is,Somwhat of lust, somewhat of lore.

— John Gower

But in proverbe I have herde say,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

O fol of alle foles,That wolde sitte and goth to grounde.

— John Gower

The beauté faye upon her faceNon erthly thing it may desface.

— John Gower

Nevere yitWhich cleped is the jolif wo.

— John Gower

What is a lond wher men ben none?Bot if the jugges weren trewe?

— John Gower

So goth the world, now wo, now wel

— John Gower