The wrastling for this world axeth a fal.

Reule wel thyself, that other folk canst rede. And trouthe thee shal delivere, it is no drede.

For the proverbe seith that “manye smale maken a greet.” 16

My sone, keep wel thy tonge, and keep thy freend.

Thing that is seyd is seyd; and forth it gooth.

For whan a man hath over-greet a wit, Ful oft hym happeth to mysusen it.

He was of knyghthod and of fredom flour.

Ful wys is he that kan hymselven knowe!

This may wel be rym dogerel.

Mordre wol out, certeyn, it wol nat faille. 15