Quotes from Geoffrey Chaucer

Servant in love and lord in marriage.

The wrastling for this world axeth a fal.

She is mirour of alle curteisye.

They take it wisly, faire, and softe.

For the proverbe seith that "manye smale maken a greet."

But yet I hadde alwey a coltes tooth.Gat-toothed I was, and that bicam me weel.

For dronkenesse is verray sepultureOf mannes wit and his discrecioun.

Jhesu Crist, and seiynte Benedight,Blesse this hous from every wikked wight.

May, with alle thy floures and thy grene,Welcome be thou, faire, fresshe May.

Sathan, that evere us waiteth to bigile.

Til crowes feet be growen under youre yë.

O moral Gower, this book I directeTo the.

For in the sterres, clerer than is glas,Is writen, God woot, whoso koude it rede,The deeth of every man.

For of fortunes sharpe adversiteeThe worste kynde of infortune is this,A man to han ben in prosperitee,And it remembren, whan it passed is.

He was of knyghthod and of fredom flour.

It is agayns the proces of nature.

She was a worthy womman al hit lyve,Housbondes at chirche dore she hadde fyve.

Whoso shal telle a tale after a man,He moot reherce as ny as evere he kanEverich a word, if it be in his charge,Al speke he never so rudeliche and large,Or ellis he moot telle his tale untrewe,Or feyne thyng, or fynde wordes new.

And theron heng a brooch of gold ful sheene,On which ther was first write a crowned A,And after Amor vincit omnia.

He was a good felawe.

Cupido,Upon his shuldres wynges hadde he two;And blynd he was, as it is often seene;A bowe he bar and arwes brighte and kene.

Nature, the vicaire of the almyghty lorde.

That he is gentil that dooth gentil dedis.

Reule wel thyself, that other folk canst rede.And trouthe thee shal delivere, it is no drede.