With empty hands men may no hauks lure.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERWhat’s said is said and goes upon its way Like it or not, repent it as you may.
More Geoffrey Chaucer Quotes
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Patience is a conquering virtue. The learned say that, if it not desert you, It vanquishes what force can never reach; Why answer back at every angry speech? No, learn forbearance or, I’ll tell you what, You will be taught it, whether you will or not.
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In general, women desire to rule over their husbands and lovers, to be the authority above them.
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If love be good, from whence cometh my woe?
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But Christ’s lore and his apostles twelve, He taught and first he followed it himself.
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Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. For Saint Paul says that all that’s written well Is written down some useful truth to tell. Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still.
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Every honest miller has a golden thumb.
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In love there is but little rest.
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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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One cannot scold or complain at every word. Learn to endure patiently, or else, as I live and breathe, you shall learn it whether you want or not.
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The devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation.
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Women naturally desire the same six things as I; they want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous with money, obedient to the wife, and lively in bed.
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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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Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.
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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.
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For 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.
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