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The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
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time
learning
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people can die of mere imagination
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If gold rusts, what then can iron do?
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inspirational
rust
imperfection
gold
iron
fallibility
flaws
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the greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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No empty handed man can lure a bird
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Then you compared a woman's love to Hell, To barren land where water will not dwell, And you compared it to a quenchless fire, The more it burns the more is its desire To burn up everything that burnt can be. You say that just as worms destroy a tree A wife destroys her husband and contrives, As husbands know, the ruin of their lives.
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Purity in body and heart May please some--as for me, I make no boast. For, as you know, no master of a household Has all of his utensils made of gold; Some are wood, and yet they are of use.
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Love will not be constrain'd by mastery. When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.
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relationships
love
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Ful wys is he that kan himselve knowe.
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By God, if women had written stories, As clerks had within here oratories, They would have written of men more wickedness Than all the mark of Adam may redress.
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men
women
dishonesty
storytelling
inequality
gender
evil
wickedness
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Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. For Saint Paul says that all that's written well Is written down some useful truth to tell. Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still.
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wisdom
open-mind
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You are the cause by which I die.
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And high above, depicted in a tower, Sat Conquest, robed in majesty and power, Under a sword that swung above his head, Sharp-edged and hanging by a subtle thread.
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Youth may outrun the old, but not outwit.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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For if a priest be foul, on whom we trust,
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he?
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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But Christ's lore and his apostles twelve, He taught and first he followed it himself.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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High on a stag the Goddess held her seat, And there were little hounds about her feet; Below her feet there was a sickle moon, Waxing it seemed, but would be waning soon. Her statue bore a mantle of bright green, Her hand a bow with arrows cased and keen; Her eyes were lowered, gazing as she rode Down to where Pluto has his dark abode.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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It seems to me that poverty is an eyeglass through which one may see his true friends.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Thus in this heaven he took his delight And smothered her with kisses upon kisses Till gradually he came to know where bliss is.
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heaven
kisses
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Youre tale anoyeth al this compaignye. Swich talkyng is nat worth a boterflye,
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But for to telle yow al hir beautee, It lyth nat in my tonge, n'yn my konnyng; I dar nat undertake so heigh a thyng. Myn Englissh eek is insufficient. It moste been a rethor excellent That koude his colours longynge for that art, If he sholde hire discryven every part. I am noon swich, I moot speke as I kan.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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By God," quod he, "for pleynly, at a word, Thy drasty rymyng is nat worth a toord!" --
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Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in switch licour Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his half cours yronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open ye (So Priketh hem Nature in hir corages), Thanne lo..
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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When that Aprille with his shoures sote. The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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He who repeats a tale after a man, Is bound to say, as nearly as he can, Each single word, if he remembers it, However rudely spoken or unfit, Or else the tale he tells will be untrue, The things invented and the phrases new.
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Her statue, glorious in majesty, Stood naked, floating on a vasty sea, And from the navel down there were a mass Of green and glittering waves as bright as glass. In her right hand a cithern carried she And on her head, most beautiful to see, A garland of fresh roses, while above There circles round her many a flickering dove.
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earn what you can since everything's for sale
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opportunity
vocation
profession
desperation
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Then the Miller fell off his horse.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Who shall give a lover any law?' Love is a greater law, by my troth, than any law written by mortal man.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Be nat wrooth, my lord, though that I pleye. Ful ofte in game a sooth I have herd seye!
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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The man who has no wife is no cuckold.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge With-inne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straunge
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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For he would rather have, by his bedside, twenty books, bound in black or red, of Aristotle and his philosophy, than rich robes or costly fiddles or gay harps.
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Throgh me men gon into that blysful place Of hertes hele and dedly woundes cure; Thorgh me men gon unto the welle of grace, There grene and lusty May shal evere endure. This is the wey to al good aventure. Be glad, thow redere, and thy sorwe of-caste; Al open am I - passe in, and sped thee faste!' 'Thorgh me men gon,' than spak that other side, 'Unto the mortal strokes of the spere Of which Disdayn and Daunger is the gyde, There nevere tre ..
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people have managed to marry without arithmetic
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marriage
bible
tenets
maths
rules
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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O woman's counsel is so often cold! A woman's counsel brought us first to woe, Made Adam out of Paradise to go Where he had been so merry, so well at ease.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Men may the wise atrenne, and naught atrede.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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For thus men seyth, "That on thenketh the beere, But al another thenketh his ledere."
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Fortune has dealt us this adversity: Some malign aspect or disposition Of Saturn in some adverse position Has brought it on us; nothing's to be done: It stood thus in our stars when we were born; The long and short of it is this: Endure.
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In general, my liege lady,' he began, 'Women desire to have dominion Over their husbands, and their lovers too; They want to have mastery over them. That's what you most desire--even if my life Is forfeit. I am here; do what you like.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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we know little of the things for which we pray
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prayer
naivete
supernatural
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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if gold rust, what shall iron do? For if a Priest, upon whom we trust, be foul, no wonder a layman may yield to lust.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Go, litel bok, go, litel myn tragedye,
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