Charles I, Duke of Orléans Quotes

Is she not lavishly endowed,
She whom I love so loyally?

My ghostly fader, I me confesse, First to God and then to you,
That at a window,—wot ye how?— I stale a cosse of grete sweteness.

Soit qu'elle danse, cante ou rie,
Ou face quelque esbatement,
Faictes en loyal jugement,
Sans faveur et sans flatterie.

The smylyng mouth and laughyng eyen gray,
The brestis rounde and long smal armys twayne.

Sport that too long endures is nothing worth.
The pot goes once too often to the well.

To wake the sleeping cat.

The ware that pleaseth is as good as sold.

A dangerous parsimony 'tis
To store up treasure of regrets.

Elle a beaux yeulx et ne voit goutte.

For a cheat, a cheat and a half.

A trompeur, trompeur et demy.

L'habit le moine ne fait pas.

Oncques feu ne fut sans fumée.

Though Fortune have fine eyes yet sees she nought.

Réveiller le chat qui dort.