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Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.

Geoffrey Chaucer

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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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Ther is no newe gyse that it nas old.
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Look up on high, and thank the God of all.
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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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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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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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The life so brief, the art so long in the learning, the attempt so hard, the conquest so sharp, the fearful joy that ever slips away so quickly - by all this I mean love, which so sorely astounds my feeling with its wondrous operation, that when I think upon it I scarce know whether I wake or sleep.
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He is gentle that doeth gentle deeds.
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And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.
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Ful wys is he that kan hymselven knowe.
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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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Pitee renneth soone in gentil herte.
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One eare it heard, at the other out it went.
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If were not foolish young, were foolish old.
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