Geoffrey Chaucer Quotes

... murder wol out

Thus in this heaven he took his delight And smothered her with kisses upon kisses Till gradually he came to know where bliss is.

we know little of the things for which we pray

The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.

you are the cause by which I die

I know that my singing doesn’t make the moon rise, nor does it make the stars shine. But without my song, the night would seem empty and incomplete. There is more to daybreak than light, just as there is more to nighttime than darkness.

you will not be master of my body & my property

doctors & druggists wash each other's hands

Make a virtue of necessity.

earn what you can since everything's for sale

By God, if women had written stories,As clerks had within here oratories,They would have written of men more wickednessThan all the mark of Adam may redress.

And after winter folweth grene May.

His spirit chaunged house and wente ther,As I cam nevere, I kan nat tellen wher.

Lo, which a greet thing is affeccioun!Men may die of imaginacioun,So depe may impressioun be take.

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 repairThat shal be to youre hous by cause of me,Or in som oother place, may wel be.Now chese yourselven, wheither that yow liketh.

But Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth me Upon my yowthe and on my jolitee It tickleth me aboute myn herte roote. Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote That I have had my world as in my tyme. But age alias! that al wole envenyme Hath me biraft my beautee and my pith. Lat go farewel! the devel go therwith! The flour is goon ther is namoore to telle The bren as I best kan now most I selle.

Then the Miller fell off his horse.

people have managed to marry without arithmetic

No-wher so bisy a man as he ter nas And yet he semed bisier that he was.

First he wrought and afterwards he taught.