Maxioms by 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.
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.
The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
But Cristes loore, and his Apostles twelve
He taughte, but first he folowed it hymselfe.
But Cristes loore, and his Apostles twelve
He taughte, but first he folowed it hymselfe.
