John Lydgate

You can't get blood from a stone.

— John Lydgate

All is not golde that shewyth goldishe hewe.

— John Lydgate

A voluminous, prosaick, and drivelling Monk.

— John Lydgate

Empty vessels make the most sound.

— John Lydgate

All is not golde that outward shewith bright.

— John Lydgate

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

— John Lydgate

“You can please some of the people all of the time, you can please all of the people some of the time,…

— John Lydgate

Comparisons do ofttime great grievance.

— John Lydgate

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

— John Lydgate

“You can satisfy some of the people all the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you cannot…

— John Lydgate

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

— John Lydgate