By Geoffrey Chaucer

Prov 1 What shul these clothes thus manyfold,
Prov 2 Lo this hote somers day?
Prov 3 After grete hete cometh cold;
Prov 4 No man caste his pilche away.
Prov 5 Of al this world the large compas
Prov 6 Yt wil not in myn armes tweyne;
Prov 7 Who so mochel wol embrace,
Prov 8 Litel therof he shal distreyne.