And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? - Geoffrey Chaucer

A priest should take to heart the shameful scene of shepards filthy while the sheep are clean.

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 every rank, for no one escapes. As surely as we know that we will die, so we are uncertain of the day when death shall fall on us.

And once he had got really drunk on wine,
Then he would speak no language but Latin.