Drunkenness is the very sepulcher Of man's wit and his discretion. — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
For of fortunes sharp adversitee The worst kynde of infortune is this, A man to han ben in prosperitee, And it remembren,… — 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
Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. For Saint Paul says that all that’s written well Is written down some… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
Of alle the floures in the mede, Than love I most these floures whyte and rede, Swiche as men callen daysies in… — 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
Men sholde nat knowe of Goddes pryvetee Ye, blessed be alwey, a lewed man That noght but oonly his believe kan! So… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
Remember in the forms of speech comes change Within a thousand years, and words that then Were well esteemed, seem foolish now… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
Nowhere so busy a man as he there was And yet he seemed busier than he was. — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
For out of old fields, as men saith, Cometh all this new corn from year to year; And out of old books,… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
For there is one thing I can safely say: that those bound by love must obey each other if they are to… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
By God, if women had written stories, As clerks had within here oratories, They would have written of men more wickedness Than… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite… — 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
That of all the floures in the mede, Thanne love I most these floures white and rede, Suche as men callen daysyes… — Geoffrey Chaucer Copy Share Image
And when a beest is deed, he hath no peyne; But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne. — 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
