More quotes by Geoffrey Chaucer
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.
But every thyng which schyneth as the gold,
Nis nat gold, as that I have herd it told.
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