Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
Yet in oure asshen olde is fyr yreke.
Yet in oure asshen olde is fyr yreke.
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.
His studie was but litel on the Bible.
His studie was but litel on the Bible.
Every honest miller has a golden thumb.
Every honest miller has a golden thumb.
It is not good a sleping hound to wake.
It is not good a sleping hound to wake.
