Doing random thesisy things, I came upon this proverb, worthy to be drawn into your memory, and worthy to be a Random Occasional Medieval Proverb** for this site:
Atwen mab ae lla6ch: nyt atwen ae kar.*
A boy knows who fondles him: he knows not who loves him.
Referenced in one of those odd fragmentary Welsh Arthurian poems, “A Conversation between Gwenevere and Melwas.”
*My medieval Welsh is only moderately better than my medieval Klingon, so print this on a humorous tee-shirt at your own risk.
**Remember a year back when I said I’d make ROMP’s a recurring feature? What do you know–finally, a recurrence.