Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,
The wode dove upon the spray
She sang ful loude and read more
The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,
The wode dove upon the spray
She sang ful loude and cleere.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent read more
For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent in prosperite,
And it remembren whan it passed is.
And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
For gold in phisik is a cordial;
Therefore he lovede gold in special.
For gold in phisik is a cordial;
Therefore he lovede gold in special.
