Your duty is, as ferre as I can gesse.
The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne,
Th assay so hard, so sharpe the conquering.
For out of the old fieldes, as men saithe,
Cometh al this new corne fro yere to yere;
And out of old bookes, in good faithe,
Cometh al this new science that men lere.
Nature, the vicar of the Almightie Lord.
O little booke, thou art so unconning,
How darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede?
Of all the floures in the mede,
Than love I most these floures white and rede,
Soch that men callen daisies in our toun.
That well by reason men it call may
The daisie, or els the eye of the day,
The emprise, and floure of floures all.
For iii may keep a counsel if twain be away.
For oute of olde feldys, as men sey, Comyth al this newe corn from yere to yere; And out of old bokis, in good fey, Comyth al this newe science that men lere.
But every thyng which schyneth as the gold, Nis nat gold, as that I have herd it told.
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
Habit maketh no monke, ne wearing of guilt spurs maketh no knight.
There's never a new fashion but it's old. - The Canterbury Tales.
Of harmes two the less is for to chose.
That men by reason will it calle may The daisie or elles the eye of day The emperice, and floure of floures alle.
That of all the floures in the mede, Thanne love I most these floures white and rede, Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune.
Therefore it behooveth hire a full long spoon That shal ete with a feend.
It is nought good a sleeping hound wake.
The thrustelcok made eek hir lay, The wode dove upon the spray She sang ful loude and cleere.
And broughte of mighty ale a large quart.
This noble ensample to his sheepe he gaf,-- That firste he wroughte and after he taughte.
Yet in oure asshen olde is fyr yreke.
Every honest miller has a golden thumb.
For gold in phisik is a cordial; Therefore he lovede gold in special.
And yet he hadde "a thombe of gold" pardee.