Geoffrey Chaucer

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.

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

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

The first vertue, sone, if thou wilt lerne,
Is to restreyne and kepen wel thy tonge.

The first vertue, sone, if thou wilt lerne,
Is to restreyne and kepen wel thy tonge.

Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.

Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.

Habit maketh no monke, ne wearing of guilt spurs maketh no
knight.

Habit maketh no monke, ne wearing of guilt spurs maketh no
knight.