Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
It is nought good a sleeping hound wake.
It is nought good a sleeping hound wake.
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.
It is not good a sleping hound to wake.
It is not good a sleping hound to wake.
