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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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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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