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The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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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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Death is the end of every worldly pain.
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He is gentle that doeth gentle deeds.
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Certes, they been lye to hounds, for an hound when he cometh by the roses, or by other bushes, though he may nat pisse, yet wole he heve up his leg and make a countenance to pisse.
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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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But all thing which that shineth as the gold Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.
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Soun is noght but air ybroken, And every speche that is spoken, Loud or privee, foul or fair, In his substaunce is but air For as flaumbe is but lighted smoke, Right so soun is air ybroke.
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Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
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And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.
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Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.
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