Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
Thanne is it wysdom, as thynketh me,
To maken vertu of necessite,
And take it weel, that read more
Thanne is it wysdom, as thynketh me,
To maken vertu of necessite,
And take it weel, that we may not eschu,
And namely that that to us alle is due.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
The life so short, the crafts so long to learn.
The life so short, the crafts so long to learn.
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
