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The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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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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Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.
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The gretteste clerkes been noght wisest men.
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One eare it heard, at the other out it went.
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Thou shalt make castels thanne in Spayne And dreme of joye, all but in vayne.
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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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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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Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote.
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For of fortunes sharp adversitee The worst kynde of infortune is this, A man to han ben in prosperitee, And it remembren, whan it passed is.
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