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There's no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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Nowhere so busy a man as he there was And yet he seemed busier than he was.
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At the ches with me she (Fortune) gan to pleye With her false draughts (pieces) dyvers/She staal on me, and took away my fers. And when I sawgh my fers awaye, Allas! I kouthe no lenger playe.
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'My lige lady, generally,' quod he, 'Wommen desyren to have sovereyntee As well over hir housbond as hir love.'
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To keep demands as much skill as to win.
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And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.
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Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
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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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Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be, That may bothe werke wel and hastily.
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If were not foolish young, were foolish old.
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Drunkenness is the very sepulcher Of man's wit and his discretion.
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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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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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The lyf so short, the craft so longe to lerne. Th' assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge, The dredful joye, alwey that slit so yerne Al this mene I be love... For out of olde feldes, as men seith, Cometh al this new corn fro yeer to yere And out of olde bokes, in good feith, Cometh al this newe science that men lere.
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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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Pitee renneth soone in gentil herte.
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Mercy surpasses justice.
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Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.
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For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
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Thou shalt make castels thanne in Spayne And dreme of joye, all but in vayne.
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The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
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