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Look up on high, and thank the God of all.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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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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For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
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Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.
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With emptie hands men may no haukes lure.
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For in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands.
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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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For many a pasty have you robbed of blood, And many a Jack of Dover have you sold That has been heated twice and twice grown cold. From many a pilgrim have you had Christ's curse, For of your parsley they yet fare the worse, Which they have eaten with your stubble goose For in your shop full many a fly is loose.
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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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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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He is gentle that doeth gentle deeds.
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If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me
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To keep demands as much skill as to win.
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Ful wys is he that kan hymselven knowe.
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How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.
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Drunkenness is the very sepulcher Of man's wit and his discretion.
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Many a true word is spoken in jest
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Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.
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