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Ye sey right sooth; this Monk he clappeth lowde. He spak how Fortune covered with a clowde I noot nevere what; and als of a tragedie Right now ye herde, and pardee, no remedie It is for to biwaille ne compleyne That that is doon, and als it is a peyne, As ye han seyd, to heere of hevynesse. Sire Monk, namoore of this, so God yow blesse! Youre tale anoyeth al this compaignye. Swich talkyng is nat worth a boterflye,
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And shame it is, if that a priest take keep, To see a shitten shepherd and clean sheep:
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La moraleja de todas las tragedias es la misma: que la Fortuna siempre ataca a los reinos prepotentes cuando menos lo esperan.
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He kept his tippet stuffed with pins for curls, And pocket-knives, to give to pretty girls.
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We're like two dogs in battle on their own; They fought all day but neither got the bone, There came a kite above them, nothing loth,
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For sondry scoles maken sotile clerkis; Womman of manye scoles half a clerk is.
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la virtud que corona la perfeccion es la paciencia"."
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And after winter folweth grene May.
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winter
may
spring
follow
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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.
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the harm that's in the world now as often comes through folly as through malice.
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Though there was nowhere one so busy as he/ He was less busy than he seemed to be.
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humor
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The time always flees; it will wait for no man. And through you are still in the flower of your young manhood, age creeps on steadily, as quiet as a stone, and death meanaces every age and strikes in every rank, for no one escapes. As surely as we know that we will die, so we are uncertain of the day when death shall fall on us.
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Woe to him who is alone, since, if he falls, he has no help to rise.
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doctors & druggists wash each other's hands
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fda
partnership
corruption
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Truly she was of elegant deportment, and very pleasing and amiable in bearing. She took pains to counterfeit the manners of the court and to be dignified in behavior and to be held worthy of reverence.
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Well did he know the taverns in every town, and every hosteller and bar-maid, far better than he knew any leper or beggar.
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When kindled was the fire, with sober face Unto Diana spoke she in that place. "O thou chaste goddess of the wildwood green, By whom all heaven and earth and sea are seen, Queen of the realm of Pluto, dark and low, Goddess of maidens, that my heart dost know For all my years, and knowest what I desire, Oh, save me from thy vengeance and thine ire That on Actaeon fell so cruelly. Chaste goddess, well indeed thou knowest that I Desire to ..
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Yet from the wise take this for common sense That to the poor all times are out of joint Therefore beware of reaching such a point.
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Full is my heart of revelry and grace." But suddenly he fell in grievous case; For ever the latter end of joy is woe. God knows that worldly joys do swiftly go; And if a rhetorician could but write, He in some chronicle might well indite And mark it down as sovereign in degree."
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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 he was redy with his iren hoot, And Nicholas amydde the ers he smoot. Of gooth the skyn an hande-brede aboute, The hoote kultour brende so his toute, And for the smert he wende for to dye.
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humor
slapstick
farting
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But of no nombre mencioun made he, Of bigamye, or of octogamye33. Why sholde men thanne speke of it vileinye34?
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Upon his arm he bare a gay bracer*, *small shield And by his side a sword and a buckler, And on that other side a gay daggere, Harnessed well, and sharp as point of spear:
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And as for me, though that I konne but lyte, On bokes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yive I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon That fro my bokes maketh me to goon, But yt be seldom on the holyday, Save, certeynly, whan that the month of May Is comen, and that I here the foules synge, And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge, Farewel my bok and my devocioun!
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Ne nevere mo ne lakked hire pite; Tendre-herted, slydynge of corage; But trewely, I kan nat telle hire age.
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Chese now," quod she, "oon of thise thynges tweye: To han me foul and old til that I deye, And be to yow a trewe, humble wyf, And nevere yow displese in al my lyf, Or elles ye wol han me yong and fair, And take youre aventure of the repair That shal be to youre hous by cause of me, Or in som oother place, may wel be. Now chese yourselven, wheither that yow liketh."
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marriage
women
choice
chaucer
feminity
wife-of-bath
wife
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Go litel bok, go, litel myn tragedye, Ther God thi makere yet, er that he dye, So sende myght to make in som comedye! But litel book, no makyng thow n'envie, But subgit be to alle poesye; And kis the steppes where as thow seest pace Virgile, Ovide, Omer, Lucan, and Stace.
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Yow loveres axe I now this questioun, Who hath the worse, Arcite or Palamoun? 490 That oon may seen his lady day by day, But in prison he moot dwelle alway. That other wher him list may ryde or go, But seen his lady shal he never-mo. Now demeth as yow liste, ye that can, 495 For I wol telle forth as I bigan. Explicit prima Pars. Sequitur pars secunda.
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Jesus de Sirach afirma: <>.
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He hath considered shortly, in a clause The trespas of hem bothe, and eek the cause, And althogh that his ire hir gilt accused, Yet in his resoun he hem bothe excused, As thus: he thoghte wel that every man Wol helpe himself in love if that he kan, And eek delivere himself out of prisoun;
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Alas the day that gave me birth! Worse then my prison is the endless earth,
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segun Seneca, "el airado y enojado no puede hablar de algo sin vituperarlo"."
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For naturally a beast desires to flee From any enemy that he may see, Though never yet he's clapped on such his eye.
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nadie debe echar sobre sus espaldas fardo que no pueda llevar.
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Well is it said that neither love nor power Admit a rival, even for an hour.
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you will not be master of my body & my property
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marriage
feminism
cheek
property
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De que sirve tener posesiones si un hombre carece de conocimientos?
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you are the cause by which I die
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reason
death
means
cause
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This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro.
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A faithful servant is more diligent in keeping your goods safe than is your own wife, because she will claim a half part of your worth all her life.
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Lo que comenzo mal, rara vez y con muchisima dificultad concluira bien"."
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El hombre favorecido por la Fortuna se convierte en un imbecil integral.
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El leon esta siempre al acecho para matar al inocente si puede.>>
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By Pluto sent at the request of Saturn. Arcita's horse in terror danced a pattern And leapt aside and foundered as he leapt, And ere he was aware Arcite was swept Out of the saddle and pitched upon his head Onto the ground, and there he lay for dead; His breast was shattered by the saddle-bow.
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Just as there never died a man," quoth he, "But he had lived on earth in some degree, Just so there never lived a man," he said, "In all this world, but must be sometime dead. This world is but a thoroughfare of woe, And we are pilgrims passing to and fro;"
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