Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
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.
Therefore it behooveth hire a full long spoon
That shal ete with a feend.
Therefore it behooveth hire a full long spoon
That shal ete with a feend.
The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.
The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.
But every thyng which schyneth as the gold,
Nis nat gold, as that I have herd it told.
But every thyng which schyneth as the gold,
Nis nat gold, as that I have herd it told.
And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
