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Proverbs – Geoffrey 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 compasYt wil not in myn armes tweyne;Who so mochel wol embrace,  Advertisements

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