Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
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.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
For thre may kepe a counsel, if twain be awaie.
For thre may kepe a counsel, if twain be awaie.
And yet he hadde "a thombe of gold" pardee.
And yet he hadde "a thombe of gold" pardee.
Frieth in his own grease.
Frieth in his own grease.
