A Quote by Geoffrey Chaucer

Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight. — © Geoffrey Chaucer
Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.
It is the mind that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
Evangelion (that we call the gospel) is a Greek word and signifieth good, merry, glad and joyful tidings, that maketh a man's heart glad and maketh him sing, dance, and leap for joy.
Well if manners maketh man make-up maketh woman.And we don't need a phalanx of behavioural scientists to explain why man judge women by their looks.Because the see bether than thay think.
It maketh God man, and man God; things temporal, eternal; mortal, immortal; it maketh an enemy a friend, a servant a son, vile things glorious, cold hearts fiery, and hard thing liquid.
The sweet quality is set opposite to the bitter, and is a gracious, amiable, blessed and pleasant quality, a refreshing of the life, an allaying of the fierceness. It maketh all pleasant and friendly in every creature; it maketh the vegetables of the earth fragrant and of good taste, affording fair, yellow, white and ruddy colours.
There is in man's nature a secret inclination and motion towards love of others, which, if it be not spent upon some one or a few, doth naturally spread itself towards many, and maketh men become humane and charitable, as it is seen sometimes in friars. Nuptial love maketh mankind, friendly love perfecteth it, but wanton love corrupteth and embaseth it.
When by habit a man cometh to have a bargaining soul, its wings are cut, so that it can never soar. It bindeth reason an apprentice to gain, and instead of a director, maketh it a drudge.
The dress does not make the monk. [Fr., L'habit ne fait le moine.]
It is not the place that maketh the person, but the person that maketh the place honorable.
One swallow maketh not summer.
There is no great and no small To the Soul that maketh all.
A dead Bee maketh no Hony.
Reading maketh a full man.
Long quaffing maketh a short lyfe.
A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance.
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