About Geoffrey Chaucer: Geoffrey Chaucer is widely considered the greatest English poet of the Middle Ages and was the first poet to be buried in Poets' Corner of Westminster Abbey.
Then the Miller fell off his horse.
Filth and old age, I'm sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.
Thus in this heaven he took his delight And smothered her with kisses upon kisses Till gradually he came to know where bliss is.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
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 ...
By God, if women had written stories, As clerks had within here oratories, They would have written of men more wickedness Than all the mark of Adam may redress.
People can die of mere imagination.
The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
The life so short, the crafts so long to learn.
By nature, men love newfangledness.
There's never a new fashion but it's old.
The guilty think all talk is of themselves.
We know little of the things for which we pray.
First he wrought, and afterward he taught.
Nowhere so busy a man as he than he, and yet he seemed busier than he was.
Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.
Murder will out, this my conclusion.
He was as fresh as is the month of May.
And she was fair as is the rose in May.
Whoso will pray, he must fast and be clean, And fat his soul, and make his body lean.
