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Geoffrey Chaucer quotes - page 3
How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.
Geoffrey Chaucer
Filth and old age, I'm sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.
Geoffrey Chaucer
If gold ruste, what shall iren do?
Geoffrey Chaucer
Women desire six things: They want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous, obedient to wife, and lively in bed.
Geoffrey Chaucer
... if gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust....
Geoffrey Chaucer
Therfore bihoveth hire a ful long spoon That shal ete with a feend.
Geoffrey Chaucer
Love is a thyng as any spirit free. Wommen, of kynde, desiren libertee, And nat to been constreyned as a thral; And so doon men, if I sooth seyen shal.
Geoffrey Chaucer
Your duty is, as ferre as I can gesse.
Geoffrey Chaucer
He was a verray, parfit gentil knyght.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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.
Geoffrey Chaucer
What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave Allone, withouten any compaignye.
Geoffrey Chaucer
But yet that holden this tale a folly, As of a fox, or of a cock and hen, Taketh the morality, good men. For Saint Paul saith that all that written is, To our doctrine it is y-writ, ywis; Taketh the fruit, and let the chaff be still.
Geoffrey Chaucer
This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro.
Geoffrey Chaucer
Men sholde wedden after hir estat, For youthe and elde is often at debat.
Geoffrey Chaucer
O little booke, thou art so unconning, How darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede?
Geoffrey Chaucer
Up rose the sonne, and up rose Emelie.
Geoffrey Chaucer
Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swych licour Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halve cours yronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open ye (So priketh hem nature in hir corages); Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages.
Geoffrey Chaucer
And yet he had a thomb of gold parde.
Geoffrey Chaucer
That well by reason men it call may The daisie, or els the eye of the day, The emprise, and floure of floures all.
Geoffrey Chaucer
His studie was but litel on the Bible.
Geoffrey Chaucer
This noble ensample to his shepe he yaf, - That first he wrought, and afterwards he taught.
Geoffrey Chaucer
For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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