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Right as an aspen lefe she gan to quake.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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They demen gladly to the badder end.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
					 
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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.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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Nowhere so busy a man as he than he, and yet he seemed busier than he was.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.
 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
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This flour of wifly patience.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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Of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
					 
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The firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere, Is to restreine and kepen wel thy tonge.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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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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For iii may keep a counsel if twain be away.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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We know little of the things for which we pray.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
					 
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He was as fresh as is the month of May.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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And therfore, at the kynges court, my brother, Ech man for hymself, ther is noon other.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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Go, little booke! go, my little tragedie!
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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So was hire joly whistle wel ywette.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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That well by reason men it call may The daisie, or els the eye of the day, The emprise, and floure of floures all.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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Filth and old age, I'm sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
					 
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By nature, men love newfangledness.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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Love is a thyng as any spirit free. Wommen, of kynde, desiren libertee, And nat to been constreyned as a thral; And so doon men, if I sooth seyen shal.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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He was a verray, parfit gentil knyght.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
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Murder will out, this my conclusion.
 Geoffrey Chaucer
					 
