Geoffrey Chaucer

And broughte of mighty ale a large quart.

And broughte of mighty ale a large quart.

Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space
Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience,
That neither by read more

Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space
Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience,
That neither by hir wordes ne his face
Biforn the fold, ne eek in her absence,
Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.

I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose.
[Fr., Je ne suis pas la rose, read more

I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose.
[Fr., Je ne suis pas la rose, mais j'ai vecu pres d'elle.]

So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.

So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.

The life so short, the crafts so long to learn.

The life so short, the crafts so long to learn.