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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

Geoffrey Chaucer

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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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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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He who accepts his poverty unhurt I'd say is rich although he lacked a shirt. But truly poor are they who whine and fret and covet what they cannot hope to get.
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The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.
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Ther is no newe gyse that it nas old.
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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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How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.
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What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.
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For tyme ylost may nought 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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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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. . . if gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust. . . .
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Drunkenness is the very sepulcher Of man's wit and his discretion.
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And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.
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Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.
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The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.
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A whetstone is no carving instrument, And yet it maketh sharp the carving tool And if you see my efforts wrongly spent, Eschew that course and learn out of my school For thus the wise may profit by the fool, And edge his wit, and grow more keen and wary, For wisdom shines opposed to its contrary.
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If gold rusts, what then can iron do?
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The bisy larke, messager of day.
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Mercy surpasses justice.
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If were not foolish young, were foolish old.
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