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Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro.
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For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
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Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.
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Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
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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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To keep demands as much skill as to win.
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In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.
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A whetstone is no carving instrument, And yet it maketh sharp the carving tool And if you see my efforts wrongly spent, Eschew that course and learn out of my school For thus the wise may profit by the fool, And edge his wit, and grow more keen and wary, For wisdom shines opposed to its contrary.
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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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The bisy larke, messager of day.
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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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The gretteste clerkes been noght wisest men.
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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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Ther is no newe gyse that it nas old.
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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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Death is the end of every worldly pain.
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In love there is but little rest.
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