Nothing ventured, nothing gained

Here bygynneth the Book of the tales of Caunterbury Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,And bathed every veyne in swich licóurOf which vertú engendred is the flour;Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breethInspired hath in every holt and heethThe tendre croppes, and the yonge sonneHath in the Ram his […]

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The Lays of Ancient Rome

…But the Consul’s brow was sad,and the Consul’s speech was low,And darkly looked he at the wall,and darkly at the foe.“Their van will be upon us, before the bridge goes down;And if they once might win the bridge, what hope to save the town?” Then out spake brave Horatius,The Captain of the Gate:“To every man […]

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