Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
Yet in oure asshen olde is fyr yreke.
Yet in oure asshen olde is fyr yreke.
The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.
The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.
The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
Frieth in his own grease.
Frieth in his own grease.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
