A love grown old is not the love once new.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERA love grown old is not the love once new.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERIf love be good, from whence cometh my woe?
GEOFFREY CHAUCERMercy surpasses justice.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERCertain, 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.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERMy house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERHe loved chivalry, Truth and honor, freedom and courtesy.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERThat field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERAnd she was fair as is the rose in May.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERTime lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERFull wise is he that can himself know.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERTime and tide wait for no man.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERThe devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERHabit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERA yokel mind loves stories from of old, Being the kind it can repeat and hold.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERThe guilty think all talk is of themselves.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERThe handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.
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