The life so short, the craft so long to learn.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERThe life so short, the craft so long to learn.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERTime lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERThe guilty think all talk is of themselves.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERThe fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERTime and tide wait for no man.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERMercy surpasses justice.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERThat field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERThe devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERLove 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.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERThe greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERBut Christ’s lore and his apostles twelve, He taught and first he followed it himself.
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 CHAUCERThe cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERMake a virtue of necessity.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERHarde is his heart that loveth nought In May.
GEOFFREY CHAUCERA love grown old is not the love once new.
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