Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space
Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience,
That neither by read more
Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space
Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience,
That neither by hir wordes ne his face
Biforn the fold, ne eek in her absence,
Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
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.
