“O little booke, thou art so unconning,
How darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede?”

— Geoffrey Chaucer

The Flower and the Leaf, line 59
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

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English poet 1343–1400

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“O little booke, thou art so unconning,
How darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede?”