Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
In jalousie I rede eek thou hym bynde
And thou shalt make him couche as doeth a quaille.
In jalousie I rede eek thou hym bynde
And thou shalt make him couche as doeth a quaille.
Habit maketh no monke, ne wearing of guilt spurs maketh no
knight.
Habit maketh no monke, ne wearing of guilt spurs maketh no
knight.
It is not good a sleping hound to wake.
It is not good a sleping hound to wake.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
She lovede Right fro the firste sighte.
She lovede Right fro the firste sighte.
