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The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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He who accepts his poverty unhurt I'd say is rich although he lacked a shirt. But truly poor are they who whine and fret and covet what they cannot hope to get.
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For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
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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.
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. . . if gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust. . . .
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The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
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And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.
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Women naturally desire the same six things as I they want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous with money, obedient to the wife, and lively in bed.
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Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote.
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I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.
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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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The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
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Patience is a conquering virtue.
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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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Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.
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Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.
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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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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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Pitee renneth soone in gentil herte.
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But all thing which that shineth as the gold Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.
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Many a true word is spoken in jest
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