There are, in this loud stunning tide There is a book, who runs may read Our evil deeds hurt our neighbours QUESTIONS FROM THE LITTLE ONES: Loss of chattel may recover-ed be In her living maidens might-en read What is lighter than the wind, I pray. 'Tis good to be merry and wise OLD FAVOURITES, WITH A FEW NEWER FRIENDS. 1328-1400] GEOFFREY CHAUCER. From the Assembly of Fowls. Out of the old fields, as men saith, Cometh all this new corn from year to year, And out of old books, in good faith, Cometh all this new science that men lere ! From Chaucer's Dream. All my chamber 'gan to ring, Was no where heard, yet half so sweet, From the Clerk, Prologue to the Canterbury Tales. Not a word spake he more than was need, B |