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Forth, pilgrim, forth! Forth, beste, out of thy stal!
Know thy contree, look up, thank God of al;
Hold the hye wey, and lat thy gost thee lede:
And trouthe shal delivere, hit is no drede.

— 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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