Men love newfangleness.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERThe life so short, the craft so long to learn.
More Geoffrey Chaucer Quotes
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If were not foolish young, were foolish old.
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Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.
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And gladly would he learn and gladly teach.
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If gold rusts, what then can iron do?
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There’s no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily.
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The life so short, the craft so long to learn.
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I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose.
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How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.
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One cannot be avenged for every wrong; according to the occasion, everyone who knows how, must use temperance.
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Filth and old age, I’m sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.
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With empty hands men may no hauks lure.
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Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.
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Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk.
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With empty hand no man can lure a hawk.
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Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.
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Mercy surpasses justice.
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Full wise is he that can himself know.
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The guilty think all talk is of themselves.
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The devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation.
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If love be good, from whence cometh my woe?
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But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou die a martyr, go to heaven.
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A love grown old is not the love once new.
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The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.
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The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
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He loved chivalry, Truth and honor, freedom and courtesy.
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Death is the end of every worldly pain.
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