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Thomas Hoccleve: Quotes

A wicked tree good fruit may none forth bringe
For such the fruit is, as that is the tree.
—Letter to Cupid
If that the men that lovers them pretende
To women weren faithful, good, and true,
And dreaden them to deceive and offende,
Women to love them woulde not eschew;
But every day hath man an hearte new
It upon one abide can no while.
What force is it, such one for to beguile?
—Letter to Cupid
For the more part, youthe is rebél
Unto Reason, and hateth her doctrine.
—Male Regle
Many a servant unto his lord saith,
That all the world speaketh of him honoúr,
When the contrary of that is sooth, in faith.
—Male Regle
The blind man of colours all wrong deemeth.
—Regement of Princes
Alas, where is this worldes stablenesse?
Here up, here doun; here honour, here repreef; [reproof]
Now whole, now sick; now bounty, now mischief.
—Regement of Princes
Whoso that frõ the poore mannes cry
Stoppeth his eares though he loude crye,
Shall not be heard; and moreover, rede ye,
His days shall increase and multiplye
That avarice hateth — this is no lie.
—Regement of Princes
Love exceedeth all treasure in price.
—Regement of Princes
A man must needs smarte
Whan irous thoughtes occupy his hearte. [irate]
—Regement of Princes
The worthynesse
Of women passeth mennes, in certain.
—Regement of Princes
With how great labour or with how great paine
Men winne good, to the world leave it shall;
Unto the pit goeth naught but the careyne. [carcass]
—Regement of Princes

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