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Certes, they been lye to hounds, for an hound when he cometh by the roses, or by other bushes, though he may nat pisse, yet wole he heve up his leg and make a countenance to pisse.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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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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This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro.
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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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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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Thou shalt make castels thanne in Spayne And dreme of joye, all but in vayne.
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Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote.
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The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
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For out of old fields, as men saith, Cometh all this new corn from year to year And out of old books, in good faith, Cometh all this new science that men learn.
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The bisy larke, messager of day.
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Murder will out, this my conclusion.
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