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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Good Counsel of Chaucer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flee from the press, and dwell with soothfastness;<br>Suffice thee thy good, though it be small;<br>For hoard hath hate, and climbing tickleness,<br>Press hath envy, and weal is blent o'er all,<br>Savour no more than thee behove shall;<br>Read well thyself, that other folk canst read;<br>And truth thee shall deliver, it is no dread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Paine thee not each crooked to redress,<br>In trust of her that turneth as a ball;<br>Great rest standeth in little business:<br>Beware also to spurn against a nail;<br>Strive not as doth a crocke with a wall;<br>Deeme thyself that deemest others' deed,<br>And truth thee shall deliver, it is no dread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What thee is sent, receive in buxomness;<br>The wrestling of this world asketh a fall;<br>Here is no home, here is but wilderness.<br>Forth, pilgrim! Forthe beast, out of thy stall!<br>Look up on high, and thank thy God of all!<br>Weive thy lust, and let thy ghost thee lead,<br>And truth thee shall deliver, it is no dread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Geoffrey+Chaucer">Geoffrey Chaucer</a><div class=q>
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Suffice thee thy good, though it be small;
For hoard hath hate, and climbing tickleness,
Press hath envy, and weal is blent o'er all,
Savour no more than thee behove shall;
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