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What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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If were not foolish young, were foolish old.
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One eare it heard, at the other out it went.
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First he wrought, and afterwards he taught.
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The devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation.
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Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.
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In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.
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One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.
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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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For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.
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I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.
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