Maxioms by Geoffrey Chaucer
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
Many a smale maketh a grate.
For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent read more
For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent in prosperite,
And it remembren whan it passed is.
And for to se, and eek for to be seye.
And for to se, and eek for to be seye.
One eare it heard, at the other out it went.
One eare it heard, at the other out it went.
