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The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.
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Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
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Drunkenness is the very sepulcher Of man's wit and his discretion.
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Thou shalt make castels thanne in Spayne And dreme of joye, all but in vayne.
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What's said is said and goes upon its way Like it or not, repent it as you may.
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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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If gold rusts, what then can iron do?
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If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me
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If were not foolish young, were foolish old.
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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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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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