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I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose.

Geoffrey Chaucer

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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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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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He that loveth God will do diligence to please God by his works, and abandon himself, with all his might, well for to do.
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If were not foolish young, were foolish old.
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To keep demands as much skill as to win.
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The gretteste clerkes been noght wisest men.
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And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.
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Men sholde nat knowe of Goddes pryvetee Ye, blessed be alwey, a lewed man That noght but oonly his believe kan! So ferde another clerk with astromye, He walked in the feelds, for to prye Upon the sterres, what ther sholde bifalle, Til he was in a marle-pit yfalle.
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Soun is noght but air ybroken, And every speche that is spoken, Loud or privee, foul or fair, In his substaunce is but air For as flaumbe is but lighted smoke, Right so soun is air ybroke.
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I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.
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