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Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.

Geoffrey Chaucer

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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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Min be the travaille, and thin be the glorie.
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Men sholde nat knowe of Goddes pryvetee Ye, blessed be alwey, a lewed man That noght but oonly his believe kan! So ferde another clerk with astromye, He walked in the feelds, for to prye Upon the sterres, what ther sholde bifalle, Til he was in a marle-pit yfalle.
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