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Ful wys is he that kan hymselven knowe.

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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If were not foolish young, were foolish old.
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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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Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.
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For tyme y-lost may not 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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Nowhere so busy a man as he there was And yet he seemed busier than he was.
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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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Drunkenness is the very sepulcher Of man's wit and his discretion.
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Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.
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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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First he wrought, and afterwards he taught.
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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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To keep demands as much skill as to win.
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Death is the end of every worldly pain.
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Patience is a conquering virtue.
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What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.
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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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Mercy surpasses justice.
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