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.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERBy 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.
More Geoffrey Chaucer Quotes
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Time and tide wait for no man.
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Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.
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The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.
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What’s said is said and goes upon its way Like it or not, repent it as you may.
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Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.
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We little know the things for which we pray.
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Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.
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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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Certain, when I was born, so long ago, Death drew the tap of life and let it flow; And ever since the tap has done its task, And now there’s little but an empty cask.
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Love will not be constrain’d by mastery. When mast’ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.
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Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.
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Great peace is found in little busy-ness.
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What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.
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My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.
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In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.
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