Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
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.
The life so short, the crafts so long to learn.
The life so short, the crafts so long to learn.
But every thyng which schyneth as the gold,
Nis nat gold, as that I have herd it told.
But every thyng which schyneth as the gold,
Nis nat gold, as that I have herd it told.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
