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Ful wys is he that kan hymselven knowe.
Geoffrey Chaucer
I would love to be Jack White - or maybe I want the people who like Jack White to also like me. But I”m the guy who writes beautiful music at 85 beat per minute.
Jack White
I threw big cowardly Hall on his belly I straddled him and rooted both spurs onto his thighs he roared like a big calf attacked by dogs ... I used to trip him and let him take a mouth ful of dust now and again as he was as helpless as a big guano after leaving a dead bullock or a horse.
Ned Kelly
For whan men wene best to have achieved, Ful ofte it is al newe to beginne: The werre hath no thing siker, thogh he winne.
John Gower
M. Tyndall hearing thys, ful of godly zeale, and not bearing that blasphemous saying, replied againe & sayde: I defie the Pope and all his lawes: and further added, that if God spared hym life, ere many yeares he would cause a boy that driueth the plough to know more of the Scripture, then he did.
John Foxe
Wyrd bith ful araed (Fate is inexorable).
Bernard Cornwell
In preieres and penaunce putten hem manye, Al for the love of Oure Lord lyveden ful streyte In hope to have heveneriche blisse.
William Langland
On a nygth, as this creatur lay in hir bedde wyth hir husbond, sche herd a sownd of melodye so swet and delectable, hir thowt, as sche had ben in paradyse. And therwyth sche styrt owt of hir bedde and seyd, "Alas, that evyr I dede synne, it is ful mery in hevyn."
Margery Kempe
Sche cam beforn the Erchebischop and fel down on hir kneys, the Erchebischop seying ful boystowsly unto hir, "Why wepist thu so, woman?" Sche, answeryng, seyde, "Syr, ye schal welyn sum day that ye had wept as sor as I."
Margery Kempe
This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro.
Geoffrey Chaucer
Ful weel she soong the service dyvyne, Entuned in hir nose ful semely, And Frenssh she spak ful faire and fetisly, After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe, For Frenssh of Parys was to hire unknowe.
Geoffrey Chaucer
Destiny is all, Ravn liked to tell me, destiny is everything. He would even say it in English, "Wyrd biõ ful ãræd.
Bernard Cornwell
Following daily such a dread- ful trade to earn a living, With every second on that cliff So cruel and unforgiving.
Alan Brownjohn
Noght o word spak he more than was nede, And that was seyd in forme and reverence, And short and quik, and ful of hy sentence. Souninge in moral vertu was his speche, And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
Geoffrey Chaucer
For he owre englishe gilte with his sawes, Rude and boistous firste be olde dawes, That was ful fer from al perfeccioun And but of litel reputacioun Til that he cam, and thorugh his poetrie, Gan oure tonge firste to magnifie And adourne it with his eloquence: To whom honour, laude and reuerence.
John Lydgate
Dubbed wern alle þo downeȝ sydeȝ Wyth crystal klyffeȝ so cler of kynde. Holtewodeȝ bryȝt aboute hem bydeȝ Of bolleȝ as blwe as ble of Ynde; As bornyst syluer þe lef on slydeȝ, Þat þike con trylle on vch a tynde. Quen glem of glodeȝ agaynȝ hem glydeȝ, Wyth schymeryng schene ful schrylle þay schynde.
Pearl Poet
For when þat þe Helle herde þe houndez of heuen, He watz ferlyly fayn, vnfolded bylyue; Þe grete barrez of þe abyme he barst vp at onez, Þat alle þe regioun torof in riftes ful grete, & clouen alle in lyttel cloutes þe clyffez aywhere, As lauce leuez of þe boke þat lepes in twynne.
Pearl Poet
After crystenmasse com þe crabbed lentoun Þat fraystez flesch wyth þe fysche and fode more symple. Bot þenne þe weder of þe worlde wyth wynter hit þrepez, Colde clengez adoun, cloudez vplyften, Schyre schedez þe rayn in schowrez ful warme, Fallez vpon fayre flat, flowrez þere schewen, Boþe groundez and þe greuez grene ar her wedez, Bryddez busken to bylde, and bremlych syngen For solace of þe softe somer þat sues þerafter Bi bonk.
Pearl Poet