Geoffrey Chaucer Quote
Ye sey right sooth; this Monk he clappeth lowde.He spak how Fortune covered with a clowdeI noot nevere what; and als of a tragedieRight now ye herde, and pardee, no remedieIt is for to biwaille ne compleyneThat that is doon, and als it is a peyne,As ye han seyd, to heere of hevynesse.Sire Monk, namoore of this, so God yow blesse!Youre tale anoyeth al this compaignye.Swich talkyng is nat worth a boterflye,
Geoffrey Chaucer
Ye sey right sooth; this Monk he clappeth lowde.He spak how Fortune covered with a clowdeI noot nevere what; and als of a tragedieRight now ye herde, and pardee, no remedieIt is for to biwaille ne compleyneThat that is doon, and als it is a peyne,As ye han seyd, to heere of hevynesse.Sire Monk, namoore of this, so God yow blesse!Youre tale anoyeth al this compaignye.Swich talkyng is nat worth a boterflye,