Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,
The wode dove upon the spray
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The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,
The wode dove upon the spray
She sang ful loude and cleere.
He koude songes make and well endite.
He koude songes make and well endite.
For oute of olde feldys, as men sey,
Comyth al this newe corn from yere to yere;
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For oute of olde feldys, as men sey,
Comyth al this newe corn from yere to yere;
And out of old bokis, in good fey,
Comyth al this newe science that men lere.
