Our late abbot was wont to say that it is a monstrous thing to see a learned monk.

By G--, master, my friend, Magis magnos clericos non sunt magis magnos sapientes.
You never saw so many hares as there are this year.

I could not anywhere come by a goshawk nor tassel of falcon.

My Lord Belloniere promised me a lanner, but he wrote to me not long ago that he was become pursy.

The partridges will so multiply henceforth, that they will go near to eat up our ears.