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Of studie took he most cure and most hede. Noght o word spak he more than was nede, And that was seyd in forme and reverence, And short and quik, and ful of hy sentence. Souninge in moral vertu was his speche, And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
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Wide was his parish, and houses fer asonder.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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O little booke, thou art so unconning, How darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede?
Geoffrey Chaucer -
Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
Go, little booke! go, my little tragedie!
Geoffrey Chaucer -
First he wrought, and afterward he taught.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
But all thing which that shineth as the gold Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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And therfore, at the kynges court, my brother, Ech man for hymself, ther is noon other.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
So was hire joly whistle wel ywette.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
Of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
We know little of the things for which we pray.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
He was as fresh as is the month of May.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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They demen gladly to the badder end.
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The firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere, Is to restreine and kepen wel thy tonge.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
He was a verray, parfit gentil knyght.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
Murder will out, this my conclusion.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
For iii may keep a counsel if twain be away.
Geoffrey Chaucer -
Love is blind.
Geoffrey Chaucer