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Geoffrey Chaucer

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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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Remember in the forms of speech comes change Within a thousand years, and words that then Were well esteemed, seem foolish now and strange And yet they spake them so, time and again, And thrived in love as well as any men And so to win their loves in sundry days, In sundry lands there are as many ways.
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Pitee renneth soone in gentil herte.
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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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Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.
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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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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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He is gentle that doeth gentle deeds.
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But manly set the world on sixe and sevene And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene.
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Thou shalt make castels thanne in Spayne And dreme of joye, all but in vayne.
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The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.
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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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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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First he wrought, and afterwards he taught.
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Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth Al esily, for, of his genterye, Him deyneth net to wreke him on a flye, As cloth a curre or elles another beste.
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This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro.
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There's no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily.
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Murder will out, this my conclusion.
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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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'My lige lady, generally,' quod he, 'Wommen desyren to have sovereyntee As well over hir housbond as hir love.'
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