Quote#Wisdom
A prowde hert in a beggers brest
Quote byJohn Lydgate · 1370–1450
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "On Inconstancy", line 36..
English (original)
A prowde hert in a beggers brest, A fowle visage with gay temples of atyre, Horrible othes with an holy prist, A justice of juges to selle and lete to hyre, A knave to comande and have an empire, To yeve a jugement of that never was wrought, To preche of pees and sette eche man on fyre, It may wele ryme but it accordith nought.
— John Lydgate
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