Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
It is nought good a sleeping hound wake.
It is nought good a sleeping hound wake.
And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
Frieth in his own grease.
Frieth in his own grease.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
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.
