Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
That of all the floures in the mede,
Thanne love I most these floures white and rede,
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That of all the floures in the mede,
Thanne love I most these floures white and rede,
Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
It is not good a sleping hound to wake.
It is not good a sleping hound to wake.
The first vertue, sone, if thou wilt lerne,
Is to restreyne and kepen wel thy tonge.
The first vertue, sone, if thou wilt lerne,
Is to restreyne and kepen wel thy tonge.
