Proverbs Of Chaucer

Geoffrey Chaucer

Proverbe of Chaucer

What shul these clothes thus manyfold,
Lo this hote somers day?
After grete hete cometh cold;
No man caste his pilche away.

Of al this world the large compas
Yt wil not in myn armes tweyne;
Who so mochel wol embrace,

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