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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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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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In general, women desire to rule over their husbands and lovers, to be the authority above them.
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The gretteste clerkes been noght wisest men.
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Patience is a conquering virtue. The learned say that, if it not desert you, It vanquishes what force can never reach Why answer back at every angry speech? No, learn forbearance or, I'll tell you what, You will be taught it, whether you will or not.
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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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The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
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The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.
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Thou shalt make castels thanne in Spayne And dreme of joye, all but in vayne.
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How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.
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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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Women naturally desire the same six things as I they want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous with money, obedient to the wife, and lively in bed.
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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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One eare it heard, at the other out it went.
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At the ches with me she (Fortune) gan to pleye With her false draughts (pieces) dyvers/She staal on me, and took away my fers. And when I sawgh my fers awaye, Allas! I kouthe no lenger playe.
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Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.
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And then the wren gan scippen and to daunce.
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Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.
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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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For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.
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Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.
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