If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be, That may bothe werke wel and hastily. — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
Alas, alas, that ever love was sin! I ever followed natural inclination Under the power of my constellation And was unable to… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
'My lige lady, generally,' quod he, 'Wommen desyren to have sovereyntee As well over hir housbond as hir love.' — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene. — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
“Then you compared a woman's love to Hell, To barren land where water will not dwell, And you compared it to a… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
What is Love? Alright. You know how when you're listening to music from another room, and you're singing along, because it's a… — 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
