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Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune's throw?
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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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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This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro.
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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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Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.
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One eare it heard, at the other out it went.
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Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.
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Ther is no newe gyse that it nas old.
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Min be the travaille, and thin be the glorie.
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Drunkenness is the very sepulcher Of man's wit and his discretion.
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Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote.
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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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Make a virtue of necessity.
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Mercy surpasses justice.
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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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