Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
Habit maketh no monke, ne wearing of guilt spurs maketh no
knight.
Habit maketh no monke, ne wearing of guilt spurs maketh no
knight.
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
For oute of olde feldys, as men sey,
Comyth al this newe corn from yere to yere;
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For oute of olde feldys, as men sey,
Comyth al this newe corn from yere to yere;
And out of old bokis, in good fey,
Comyth al this newe science that men lere.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
