Geoffrey Chaucer

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

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

Therefore it behooveth hire a full long spoon
That shal ete with a feend.

Therefore it behooveth hire a full long spoon
That shal ete with a feend.

Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.

Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.

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.

And yet he hadde "a thombe of gold" pardee.

And yet he hadde "a thombe of gold" pardee.