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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.

Geoffrey Chaucer

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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.
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Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune's throw?
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Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.
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The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.
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For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.
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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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One cannot scold or complain at every word. Learn to endure patiently, or else, as I live and breathe, you shall learn it whether you want or not.
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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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Ther is no newe gyse that it nas old.
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For out of old fields, as men saith, Cometh all this new corn from year to year And out of old books, in good faith, Cometh all this new science that men learn.
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Who looks at me, beholdeth sorrows all, All pain, all torture, woe and all distress I have no need on other harms to call, As anguish, languor, cruel bitterness, Discomfort, dread, and madness more and less Methinks from heaven above the tears must rain In pity for my harsh and cruel pain.
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And then the wren gan scippen and to daunce.
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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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Min be the travaille, and thin be the glorie.
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There's no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily.
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In general, women desire to rule over their husbands and lovers, to be the authority above them.
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Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.
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