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The guilty think all talk is of themselves.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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For of fortunes sharp adversitee The worst kynde of infortune is this, A man to han ben in prosperitee, And it remembren, whan it passed is.
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I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose.
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Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.
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But manly set the world on sixe and sevene And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene.
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In love there is but little rest.
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Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote.
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Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth Al esily, for, of his genterye, Him deyneth net to wreke him on a flye, As cloth a curre or elles another beste.
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The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.
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Who looks at me, beholdeth sorrows all, All pain, all torture, woe and all distress I have no need on other harms to call, As anguish, languor, cruel bitterness, Discomfort, dread, and madness more and less Methinks from heaven above the tears must rain In pity for my harsh and cruel pain.
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How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.
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Soun is noght but air ybroken, And every speche that is spoken, Loud or privee, foul or fair, In his substaunce is but air For as flaumbe is but lighted smoke, Right so soun is air ybroke.
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Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience, That neither by hir wordes ne hir face Biforn the folk, ne eek in her absence, Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.
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He is gentle that doeth gentle deeds.
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Drunkenness is the very sepulcher Of man's wit and his discretion.
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One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.
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