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The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.

Geoffrey Chaucer

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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.
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Filth and old age, I'm sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.
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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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Murder will out, this my conclusion.
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People can die of mere imagination.
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For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
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The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.
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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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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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The lyf so short, the craft so longe to lerne. Th' assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge, The dredful joye, alwey that slit so yerne Al this mene I be love... For out of olde feldes, as men seith, Cometh al this new corn fro yeer to yere And out of olde bokes, in good feith, Cometh al this newe science that men lere.
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And then the wren gan scippen and to daunce.
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There's no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily.
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I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.
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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.
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I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose.
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