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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.

Geoffrey Chaucer

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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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Alas, alas, that ever love was sin! I ever followed natural inclination Under the power of my constellation And was unable to deny, in truth, My chamber of Venus to a likely youth.
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One eare it heard, at the other out it went.
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Pitee renneth soone in gentil herte.
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Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.
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Ful wys is he that kan hymselven knowe.
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If were not foolish young, were foolish old.
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