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Quotes by Geoffrey Chaucer

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For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte.
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For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte.
Therewith the moone's exaltation,* *rising / *In meane* Libra, gan alway ascend, *in the middle of* / As we were ent'ring at a thorpe's* end. *village's / For which our Host, as he was wont to gie,* *govern / As in this case, our jolly company, / Said in this wise; 'Lordings every one, / Now lacketh us no more tales than one.
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Therewith the moone's exaltation,* *rising / *In meane* Libra, gan alway ascend, *in the middle of* / As we were ent'ring at a thorpe's* end. *village's / For which our Host, as he was wont to gie,* *govern / As in this case, our jolly company, / Said in this wise; 'Lordings every one, / Now lacketh us no more tales than one.
And she was fayr as is the rose in May.
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And she was fayr as is the rose in May.
Women desire six things: They want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous, obedient to wife, and lively in bedGe
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Women desire six things: They want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous, obedient to wife, and lively in bedGe
First he wrought, and afterward he taught.
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First he wrought, and afterward he taught.
Love is blind.
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Love is blind.
For naturally a beast desires to flee From any enemy that he may see, Though never yet he’s clapped on such his eye.
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For naturally a beast desires to flee From any enemy that he may see, Though never yet he’s clapped on such his eye.
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.
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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.
Lust is addicted to novelty.
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Lust is addicted to novelty.
Three years went by in happiness and health; He bore himself so well in peace and war That there was no one Theseus valued more.
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Three years went by in happiness and health; He bore himself so well in peace and war That there was no one Theseus valued more.
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