John Lydgate Quotes

Empty vessels make the most sound.

A voluminous, prosaick, and drivelling Monk.

For love is mor than gold or gret richesse; Gold faileth ofte; love wol abyde.

All is not golde that outward shewith bright.

For it ne sits not unto fresh May Forto be coupled to cold January.

You can't get blood from a stone.

Comparisons do ofttime great grievance.

Woord is but wynd; leff woord and tak the dede.

All is not golde that shewyth goldishe hewe.