Es indispensable que la palabra corresponda a la acción.
Es imposible hallar al caballo perfecto en todos los aspectos
Yet from the wise take this for common sense That to the poor all times are out of joint Therefore beware of reaching such a point.
Truly she was of elegant deportment, and very pleasing and amiable in bearing. She took pains to counterfeit the manners of the court and to be dignified in behavior and to be held worthy of reverence...
Shepherds too soft who let their duty sleep, Encourage wolves to tear the lambs and sleep.
Prefería tener en la cabecera de su cama los 20 libros de Aristóteles encuadernados en negro o en rojo que vestidos lujosos, el violín y el salterio.
Out of the gosple he tho wordes caughte,And this figure he added eek therto,That if gold ruste, what shal iren do?For if a preest be foul, on whom we truste,No wonder is a lewed man to ruste;And shame...
O woman’s counsel is so often cold! A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, Made Adam out of Paradise to go Where he had been so merry, so well at ease.
«El más sabio de todos es el que no se preocupa ni pizca de que alguien sea más rico que él.»
La nobleza no depende de las posesiones, ya que la gente no siempre se ajusta al modelo,
Till we be roten, kan we not be rypen?
Then you compared a woman's love to Hell, To barren land where water will not dwell, And you compared it to a quenchless fire, The more it burns the more is its desire To burn up everything that burnt...
Aunque pueda parecer dificil de soportar, la pobreza es una clase de riqueza que nadie tratará de quitarte.
By nature, men love newfangledness.
Según Séneca, el airado y enojado no puede hablar de algo sin vituperarlo.
Nada que es completo en sí mismo es más fuerte cuando se divide.
La virtud se aloja frecuentemente en los de condición humilde,
Yow loveres axe I now this questioun, Who hath the worse, Arcite or Palamoun? 490 That oon may seen his lady day by day, But in prison he moot dwelle alway. That other wher him list may ryde or go,...
Ye sey right sooth; this Monk he clappeth lowde.He spak how Fortune covered with a clowdeI noot nevere what; and als of a tragedieRight now ye herde, and pardee, no remedieIt is for to biwaille ne com...
The time always flees; it will wait for no man. And through you are still in the flower of your young manhood, age creeps on steadily, as quiet as a stone, and death meanaces every age and strikes in...