Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
In jalousie I rede eek thou hym bynde
And thou shalt make him couche as doeth a quaille.
In jalousie I rede eek thou hym bynde
And thou shalt make him couche as doeth a quaille.
He koude songes make and well endite.
He koude songes make and well endite.
Habit maketh no monke, ne wearing of guilt spurs maketh no
knight.
Habit maketh no monke, ne wearing of guilt spurs maketh no
knight.
The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.
The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.
