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.
And yet he hadde "a thombe of gold" pardee.
And yet he hadde "a thombe of gold" pardee.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.
The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,
The wode dove upon the spray
She sang ful loude and read more
The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,
The wode dove upon the spray
She sang ful loude and cleere.
