eng Chaucer 1343-1400 A.D.Thou flatteredst fortune, as I suppose, wile she stroked thè , and cherisht as her darling, whan thou, sittinge bitwene thy two sones, conseileres, in the place that highte Circo, fulfuldest the abydinge of the multitude of poeple that was sprad abouten thee, with so large preysinge and laude, as men singen in victories. Tho yave thou wordes to Fortune, as I trowe, that is to seyn, tho feffedest thou Fortune with glosinge wordes anddeceivedesthir, whan she acoyede thee and norisshede thee as hir owne delyces.