Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
Yet in oure asshen olde is fyr yreke.
Yet in oure asshen olde is fyr yreke.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent read more
For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent in prosperite,
And it remembren whan it passed is.
Of harmes two the less is for to chose.
Of harmes two the less is for to chose.
The guilty think all talk is of themselves
The guilty think all talk is of themselves
