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Quotes from Geoffrey Chaucer

It snewed in his hous of mete and drynke.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
Ek gret effect men write in place lite;Th' entente is al, and nat the lettres space.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
O wynd, o wynd, the weder gynneth clere.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
Thing that is seyd is seyd; and forth it gooth.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
Fy on possessiounBut if a man be vertuous withal.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
He was as fressh as is the month of May.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
Ech man for hymself.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
My wit is thynne.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
And was al his chiere, as in his herte.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
He was a verray, parfit gentil knyght.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
That Paradis stood formed in her yën.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
Oon ere it herde, at tothir out it wente.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
Ful wys is he that can himselven knowe (Very wise is he that can know himself.)
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
Patience is a conquering virtue.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
people can die of mere imagination
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
If gold rusts, what then can iron do?
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
the greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
No empty handed man can lure a bird
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
The life so brief, the art so long in the learning, the attempt so hard, the conquest so sharp, the fearful joy that ever slips away so quickly - by all this I mean love, which so sorely astounds my feeling with its wondrous operation, that when I think upon it I scarce know whether I wake or sleep.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
Then you compared a woman's love to Hell, To barren land where water will not dwell, And you compared it to a quenchless fire, The more it burns the more is its desire To burn up everything that burnt can be. You say that just as worms destroy a tree A wife destroys her husband and contrives, As husbands know, the ruin of their lives.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
Purity in body and heart May please some--as for me, I make no boast. For, as you know, no master of a household Has all of his utensils made of gold; Some are wood, and yet they are of use.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
Life is short. Art long. Opportunity is fleeting. Expierience treacherous. Judgement difficult.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer