Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne is swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes...
(from memory only - sorry about mistakes)
Oy, I knew ausies 'ad a bit of'n accent but WOW !
(Debs-lovely jubbly on the chaucer chaser lovely)
Not a follower
Never trust anyone over 30
(If that's a guideline, then I'm rapidly approaching non-trustworthiness!)
The good leader walks behind
f--k em all, grab first place
The meek shall be stomped on
disgression is the better part of valor, though faint heart never won fair maiden.
