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He is gentle that doeth gentle deeds.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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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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. . . 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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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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First he wrought, and afterwards he taught.
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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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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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Ful wys is he that kan hymselven knowe.
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Drunkenness is the very sepulcher Of man's wit and his discretion.
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And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.
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And then the wren gan scippen and to daunce.
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I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.
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For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.
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Min be the travaille, and thin be the glorie.
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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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