But all thing which that shineth as the gold Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told. Geoffrey Chaucer More Quotes by Geoffrey Chaucer More Quotes From Geoffrey Chaucer And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other. Geoffrey Chaucer dear politics brother Many small make a great. Geoffrey Chaucer science There was the murdered corpse, in covert laid, Geoffrey Chaucer fighting war death For tyme ylost may nought recovered be. Geoffrey Chaucer may time Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting. Geoffrey Chaucer woe cooking food 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. Geoffrey Chaucer flower spring sweet Men love newfangleness. Geoffrey Chaucer progress men But Christ's lore and his apostles twelve, Geoffrey Chaucer twelve taught firsts The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people. Geoffrey Chaucer ministry wisdom people Who looks at me, beholdeth sorrows all, All pain, all torture, woe and all distress; I have no need on other harms to call, As anguish, languor, cruel bitterness, Discomfort, dread, and madness more and less; Methinks from heaven above the tears must rain In pity for my harsh and cruel pain. Geoffrey Chaucer pain rain heaven In the stars is written the death of every man. Geoffrey Chaucer stars men death Patience is a conquering virtue. Geoffrey Chaucer canterbury-tales conquer virtue Thou shalt make castels thanne in Spayne And dreme of joye, all but in vayne. Geoffrey Chaucer Death is the end of every worldly pain. Geoffrey Chaucer pain ends death And she was fair as is the rose in May. Geoffrey Chaucer flower rose may My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space. Geoffrey Chaucer space feet men In love there is but little rest. Geoffrey Chaucer littles Soun is noght but air ybroken, And every speche that is spoken, Loud or privee, foul or fair, In his substaunce is but air; For as flaumbe is but lighted smoke, Right so soun is air ybroke. Geoffrey Chaucer foul loud air Great peace is found in little busy-ness. Geoffrey Chaucer busy found littles Forbid us something, and that thing we desire. Geoffrey Chaucer desire
