And thy traveyle shalt thou sone ende,For to thy long home sone shalt thou wende.
He þat is ute biloken he is inne sone forgeten.
O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she, In which that love up-groweth with your age, Repeyreth hoom fro worldly vanitee, And of your herte up-casteth the visage To thilke God that after his image Yow made, and thynketh al nis but a faire This world, that passeth sone as floures faire.Geoffrey Chaucer
The firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere, Is to restreine and kepen wel thy tonge.Geoffrey Chaucer
The first vertue, sone, if thou wilt lerne, Is to restreyne and kepen wel thy tonge.Geoffrey Chaucer