Mercy surpasses justice.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERMercy surpasses justice.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERIf gold rust, what then will iron do? For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERTime lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERThere’s no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERTime and tide wait for no man.
GEOFFREY CHAUCEROne flesh they are; and one flesh, so I’d guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERHe is gentle that doeth gentle deeds.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERGreat peace is found in little busy-ness.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERBut manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou die a martyr, go to heaven.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERA love grown old is not the love once new.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERThere’s never a new fashion but it’s old.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERHabit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERLook up on high, and thank the God of all.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERTruth is the highest thing that man may keep.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERThe life so short, the craft so long to learn.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERFor in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands.
GEOFFREY CHAUCER