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The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.
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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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He that loveth God will do diligence to please God by his works, and abandon himself, with all his might, well for to do.
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The bisy larke, messager of day.
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The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
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And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.
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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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All good things must come to an end.
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Patience is a conquering virtue.
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To keep demands as much skill as to win.
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The life so brief, the art so long in the learning, the attempt so hard, the conquest so sharp, the fearful joy that ever slips away so quickly - by all this I mean love, which so sorely astounds my feeling with its wondrous operation, that when I think upon it I scarce know whether I wake or sleep.
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For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
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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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But all thing which that shineth as the gold Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.
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That of all the floures in the mede, Thanne love I most these floures white and rede, Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune.
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For in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands.
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For many a pasty have you robbed of blood, And many a Jack of Dover have you sold That has been heated twice and twice grown cold. From many a pilgrim have you had Christ's curse, For of your parsley they yet fare the worse, Which they have eaten with your stubble goose For in your shop full many a fly is loose.
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For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.
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Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.
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