262 Quotes by Geoffrey Chaucer

There was the murdered corpse, in covert laid, And violent death in thousand shapes displayed; The city to the soldier's rage resigned; Successless wars, and poverty behind; Ships burnt in fight, or forced on rocky shores, And the rash hunter strangled by the boars; The newborn babe by nurses overlaid; And the cook caught within the raging fire he made.

Ful wys is he that kan himselve knowe.

The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.

If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me

Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk...

No empty handed man can lure a bird

Every honest miller has a golden thumb.

In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.

First he wrought, and afterwards he taught.