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Alas, alas, that ever love was sin! I ever followed natural inclination Under the power of my constellation And was unable to deny, in truth, My chamber of Venus to a likely youth.

Geoffrey Chaucer

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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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