Geoffrey Chaucer Quotes

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O yonge, fresshe folkes, he or she,
In which that love up groweth with youre age, Repeyreth hom fro worldly vanyte.

Geoffrey Chaucer
It is no childes pley To take a wyf withouten avysement.

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A Somonour was ther with us in that place,
That hadde a fyr-reed cherubynnes face,
For saucefleem he was, with eyen narwe.
As hoot he was and lecherous as a sparwe.

Geoffrey Chaucer
For evere it was, and evere it shal byfalle,
That Love is he that alle thing may bynde,
For may no man fordon the lawe of kynde.

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Wommen desiren to have sovereynetee
As wel over hir housbond as hir love.

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And what is bettre than wisedoom? Womman. And
what is bettre than a good womman? Nothyng.

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O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she,
In which that love up-groweth with your age,
Repeyreth hoom fro worldly vanitee,
And of your herte up-casteth the visage
To thilke God that after his image
Yow made, and thynketh al nis but a faire
This world, that passeth sone as floures faire.

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Greet prees at market maketh deere ware,
And to greet cheep is holde at litel prys.

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One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.

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But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve,
He taught; but first he folwed it himselve.

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The proverbe saith that many a smale maketh a grate.

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Soun ys noght but eyr ybroken,
And every speche that ys spoken,
Lowd or pryvee, foul or fair,
In his substaunce ys but air.

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Or as an ook comth of a litel spir,
So thorugh this lettre, which that she hym sente,
Encressen gan desir, of which he brente.

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What is this world? what asketh men to have?
Now with his love, now in his colde grave
Allone, withouten any compaignye.

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And whan that he wel dronken hadde the wyn, Than wolde he speke no word but Latyn.

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Forth, pilgrim, forth! Forth, beste, out of thy stal!
Know thy contree, look up, thank God of al;
Hold the heye wey, and lat thy gost thee lede,
And trowth thee shal delivere, it is no drede.

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This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo,
And we been pilgrymes, passing to and fro.
Deeth is an ende of every worldly soore.

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And for ther is so gret diversite
In Englissh and in writyng of oure tonge,
So prey I God that non myswrite the,
Ne the mysmetre for defaute of tonge;
And red wherso thow be, or elles songe,
That thow be understonde, God I biseche!

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Love wol nat been constreyned by maistrye.
When maistrie comth, the God of Love anon
Beteth his wynges, and farewel, he is gon!
Love is a thyng as any spirit free.

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Nowher so bisy a man as he ther nas,
And yet he semed bisier than he was.

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Of all the floures in the mede,
Than love I most these floures white and rede,
Soch that men callen daisies in our toun.

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Ther n' is no werkman whatever he be,
That may both werken wel and hastily. 4
This wol be done at leisure parfitly.

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She wolde wepe, if that she saugh a mous
Kaught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde.
Of smale houndes hadde she that she fedde
With rosted flessh, or milk and wastel-breed.

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Now welcome, somer, with thy sonne softe,
That hast this wintres wedres overshake.

Geoffrey Chaucer
For gold in phisik is a cordial,
Therefore he lovede gold in special.

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