Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
Many a smale maketh a grate.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
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.
And for to se, and eek for to be seye.
And for to se, and eek for to be seye.
It is nought good a sleeping hound wake.
It is nought good a sleeping hound wake.
Of harmes two the less is for to chose.
Of harmes two the less is for to chose.
