But al be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre. — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
Lat take a cat, and fostre him wel with milk, And tendre flesh, and make his couche of silk, And let him… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
The Iyf so short, the craft so long to lerne, Thassay so hard, so sharp the conquenng. . . . . For… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
The lyf so short, the craft so longe to lerne. Th' assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge, The dredful joye, alwey… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
Ek gret effect men write in place lite; Th'entente is al, and nat the lettres space. — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
For oute of olde feldys, as men sey, Comyth al this newe corn from yer to yere; And out of olde bokis,… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
But, Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth me Upon my yowthe, and on my jolitee, It tickleth me aboute myn herte roote.… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
Drunkenness is the very sepulcher Of man's wit and his discretion. — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
Whoso will pray, he must fast and be clean, And fat his soul, and make his body lean. — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us. — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
Patience is a conquering virtue. The learned say that, if it not desert you, It vanquishes what force can never reach; Why answer back… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
“This Nicholas anon leet fle a fart As greet as it had been a thonder-dent, That with the strook he was almoost yblent; And… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
A whetstone is no carving instrument, And yet it maketh sharp the carving tool; And if you see my efforts wrongly spent, Eschew that… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
“In general, my liege lady,’ he began, ‘Women desire to have dominion Over their husbands, and their lovers too; They want to have mastery… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
Venus me yaf my lust, my like rousnesse, And Mars yaf me my sturdy hardinesse. — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
“For sondry scoles maken sotile clerkis; Womman of manye scoles half a clerk is.” — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
