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Til that the brighte sonne loste his hewe; For th'orisonte hath reft the sonne his lyght; This is as muche to seye as it was nyght! By Geoffrey Chaucer

Then the Miller fell off his horse. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Every honest miller has a golden thumb. By Geoffrey Chaucer

And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Nowhere so busy a man as he than he, and yet he seemed busier than he was. By Geoffrey Chaucer

That of all the floures in the mede, Thanne love I most these floures white and rede, Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune. By Geoffrey Chaucer

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

For of fortunes sharp adversitee The worst kynde of infortune is this, A man to han ben in prosperitee, And it remembren, whan it passed is. By Geoffrey Chaucer

If gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust ... By Geoffrey Chaucer

Abstinence is approved of God. By Geoffrey Chaucer

people have managed to marry without arithmetic By Geoffrey Chaucer

Be nat wrooth, my lord, though that I pleye. Ful ofte in game a sooth I have herd seye! By Geoffrey Chaucer

So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette. By Geoffrey Chaucer

And brought of mighty ale a large quart. By Geoffrey Chaucer

For sondry scoles maken sotile clerkis;Womman of manye scoles half a clerk is. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Thus in this heaven he took his delight And smothered her with kisses upon kisses Till gradually he came to know where bliss is. By Geoffrey Chaucer

He was as fresh as is the month of May. By Geoffrey Chaucer

But al be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Until we're rotten, we cannot be ripe. By Geoffrey Chaucer

If gold rusts, what then can iron do? By Geoffrey Chaucer

For if a priest be foul, on whom we trust, No wonder is a common man should rust -The Prologue of Chaucers Canterbury Tales- By Geoffrey Chaucer

Patience is a conquering virtue. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Ek gret effect men write in place lite; Th'entente is al, and nat the lettres space. By Geoffrey Chaucer

A love grown old is not the love once new. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Ne nevere mo ne lakked hire pite;Tendre-herted, slydynge of corage;But trewely, I kan nat telle hire age. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Who shall give a lover any law?' Love is a greater law, by my troth, than any law written by mortal man. By Geoffrey Chaucer

The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne. By Geoffrey Chaucer

And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Many a true word is spoken in jest By Geoffrey Chaucer

Look up on high, and thank the God of all. By Geoffrey Chaucer

First he wrought, and afterward he taught. By Geoffrey Chaucer

First he wrought, and afterwards he taught. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken. By Geoffrey Chaucer

I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Lo, which a greet thing is affeccioun!Men may die of imaginacioun,So depe may impressioun be take. By Geoffrey Chaucer

For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde, Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde. By Geoffrey Chaucer

How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres. By Geoffrey Chaucer

I'll die for stifled love, by all that's true. By Geoffrey Chaucer

But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene. By Geoffrey Chaucer

For I have seyn of a ful misty morwe Folowen ful ofte a myrie someris day. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Hyt is not al golde that glareth. By Geoffrey Chaucer

And when a beest is deed, he hath no peyne; But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne. By Geoffrey Chaucer

If gold ruste, what shall iren do? By Geoffrey Chaucer

The man who has no wife is no cuckold. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Everybody wants to go to the Super Bowl. Nobody wants to run laps. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Drunkenness is the very sepulcherOf man's wit and his discretion. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Right as an aspen lefe she gan to quake. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Death is the end of every worldly pain. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be, That may bothe werke wel and hastily. By Geoffrey Chaucer

A yokel mind loves stories from of old, Being the kind it can repeat and hold. By Geoffrey Chaucer

people can die of mere imagination By Geoffrey Chaucer

No empty handed man can lure a bird By Geoffrey Chaucer

By God," quod he, "for pleynly, at a word,Thy drasty rymyng is nat worth a toord! By Geoffrey Chaucer

you will not be master of my body & my property By Geoffrey Chaucer

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. By Geoffrey Chaucer

One eare it heard, at the other out it went. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune's throw? By Geoffrey Chaucer

And then the wren gan scippen and to daunce. By Geoffrey Chaucer

For thus men seyth, That on thenketh the beere,But al another thenketh his ledere. By Geoffrey Chaucer

That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears. By Geoffrey Chaucer

And after winter folweth grene May. By Geoffrey Chaucer

But Christ's lore and his apostles twelve,He taught and first he followed it himself. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Life is short. Art long. Opportunity is fleeting. Expierience treacherous. Judgement difficult. By Geoffrey Chaucer

What's said is said and goes upon its way Like it or not, repent it as you may. By Geoffrey Chaucer

doctors & druggists wash each other's hands By Geoffrey Chaucer

I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity. A Knight's Tale By Geoffrey Chaucer

Go, little booke! go, my little tragedie! By Geoffrey Chaucer

If were not foolish young, were foolish old. By Geoffrey Chaucer

One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese. By Geoffrey Chaucer

earn what you can since everything's for sale By Geoffrey Chaucer

Nature, the vicar of the Almighty Lord. By Geoffrey Chaucer

This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro. By Geoffrey Chaucer

There's no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily. By Geoffrey Chaucer

The proverbe saith that many a smale maketh a grate. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting. By Geoffrey Chaucer

With emptie hands men may no haukes lure. By Geoffrey Chaucer

There's never a new fashion but it's old. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Full wise is he that can himselven knowe. By Geoffrey Chaucer

And she was fair as is the rose in May. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Well is it said that neither love nor power Admit a rival, even for an hour. By Geoffrey Chaucer

The smylere with the knyf under the cloke. By Geoffrey Chaucer

He that loveth God will do diligence to please God by his works, and abandon himself, with all his might, well for to do. By Geoffrey Chaucer

By nature, men love newfangledness. By Geoffrey Chaucer

And shame it is, if that a priest take keep, To see a shitten shepherd and clean sheep: By Geoffrey Chaucer

The latter end of joy is woe. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Make a virtue of necessity. By Geoffrey Chaucer

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

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. By Geoffrey Chaucer

I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose. By Geoffrey Chaucer

He loved chivalrye Trouthe and honour, freedom and curteisye. By Geoffrey Chaucer

All good things must come to an end. By Geoffrey Chaucer

A priest should take to heart the shameful scene of shepards filthy while the sheep are clean. By Geoffrey Chaucer

But of no nombre mencioun made he, Of bigamye, or of octogamye33. Why sholde men thanne speke of it vileinye34? By Geoffrey Chaucer

You are the cause by which I die. By Geoffrey Chaucer

And once he had got really drunk on wine,Then he would speak no language but Latin. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Eke wonder last but nine deies never in toun. By Geoffrey Chaucer

In general, women desire to rule over their husbands and lovers, to be the authority above them. By Geoffrey Chaucer

The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people By Geoffrey Chaucer

Thou shalt make castels thanne in Spayne And dreme of joye, all but in vayne. By Geoffrey Chaucer

all that glitters is not gold, By Geoffrey Chaucer

One cannot scold or complain at every word. Learn to endure patiently, or else, as I live and breathe, you shall learn it whether you want or not. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Ther is no newe gyse that it nas old. By Geoffrey Chaucer

For tyme ylost may nought recovered be. By Geoffrey Chaucer

And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? By Geoffrey Chaucer

That he is gentil that doth gentil dedis. By Geoffrey Chaucer

If love be good, from whence cometh my woe? By Geoffrey Chaucer

My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space. By Geoffrey Chaucer

It is ful fair a man to bere him evene,/For alday meeteth men at unset stevene. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Truth is the highest thing that man may keep. By Geoffrey Chaucer

His spirit chaunged house and wente ther,As I cam nevere, I kan nat tellen wher. By Geoffrey Chaucer

He is gentle that doeth gentle deeds. By Geoffrey Chaucer

One cannot be avenged for every wrong; according to the occasion, everyone who knows how, must use temperance. By Geoffrey Chaucer

The devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation. By Geoffrey Chaucer

I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Murder will out, this my conclusion. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be. By Geoffrey Chaucer

The life so short, the crafts so long to learn. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Women desire six things: They want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous, obedient to wife, and lively in bed. By Geoffrey Chaucer

'My lige lady, generally,' quod he, 'Wommen desyren to have sovereyntee As well over hir housbond as hir love.' By Geoffrey Chaucer

Men love newfangleness. By Geoffrey Chaucer

In love there is but little rest. By Geoffrey Chaucer

the guilty think all talk is of themselves. By Geoffrey Chaucer

He kept his tippet stuffed with pins for curls, And pocket-knives, to give to pretty girls. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Men may the wise atrenne, and naught atrede. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Yblessed be god that I have wedded fyve! Welcome the sixte, whan that evere he shal. By Geoffrey Chaucer

This flour of wifly patience. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Youth may outrun the old, but not outwit. By Geoffrey Chaucer

The bisy larke, messager of day. By Geoffrey Chaucer

It is nought good a sleping hound to wake. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Youre tale anoyeth al this compaignye.Swich talkyng is nat worth a boterflye, By Geoffrey Chaucer

Mordre wol out, that se we day by day. By Geoffrey Chaucer

I am right sorry for your heavinesse. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Ful wys is he that kan himselve knowe. By Geoffrey Chaucer

For tyme y-lost may not recovered be. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Min be the travaille, and thin be the glorie. By Geoffrey Chaucer

we know little of the things for which we pray By Geoffrey Chaucer

But all thing which that shineth as the gold Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told. By Geoffrey Chaucer

To keep demands as much skill as to win. By Geoffrey Chaucer

In the stars is written the death of every man. By Geoffrey Chaucer

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

The gretteste clerkes been noght wisest men. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe. By Geoffrey Chaucer

The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Forbid Us Something and That Thing we Desire By Geoffrey Chaucer

Many small make a great. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Filth and old age, I'm sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Whoso will pray, he must fast and be clean, And fat his soul, and make his body lean. By Geoffrey Chaucer

And for to see, and eek for to be seie. By Geoffrey Chaucer

Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight. By Geoffrey Chaucer

... murder wol out By Geoffrey Chaucer

Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal. By Geoffrey Chaucer

What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing. By Geoffrey Chaucer

The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears. By Geoffrey Chaucer