Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
Many a smale maketh a grate.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.
Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.
Nowher so besy a man as he ther was,
And yet he semed bisier than he was.
Nowher so besy a man as he ther was,
And yet he semed bisier than he was.
That of all the floures in the mede,
Thanne love I most these floures white and rede,
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That of all the floures in the mede,
Thanne love I most these floures white and rede,
Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune.
