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.
Ther n' is no werkman whatever he be,
That may both werken wel and hastily.
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Ther n' is no werkman whatever he be,
That may both werken wel and hastily.
This wol be done at leisure parfitly.
The guilty think all talk is of themselves
The guilty think all talk is of themselves
It is nought good a sleeping hound wake.
It is nought good a sleeping hound wake.
The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.
The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.
