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O little booke, thou art so unconning, How darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede?
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Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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There's never a new fashion but it's old.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
Go, little booke! go, my little tragedie!
Geoffrey Chaucer -
Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
And therfore, at the kynges court, my brother, Ech man for hymself, ther is noon other.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
So was hire joly whistle wel ywette.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
Of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Wide was his parish, and houses fer asonder.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
But all thing which that shineth as the gold Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
We know little of the things for which we pray.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
He was as fresh as is the month of May.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
They demen gladly to the badder end.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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The firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere, Is to restreine and kepen wel thy tonge.
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Filth and old age, I'm sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
Murder will out, this my conclusion.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
Love is blind.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
By nature, men love newfangledness.
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This flour of wifly patience.
Geoffrey Chaucer