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Your yën two wol slee me sodenly,
I may the beautè of hem not sustene,
So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

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

Ye been oure lord, dooth with youre owene thyng Right as yow list.

For thre may kepe a counsel, if twain be awaie.

For pitee renneth soone in gentil herte.

The lyf so short, the craft so longe to lerne.

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