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 Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune's throw? Geoffrey Chaucer dice literature may There's no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily. Geoffrey Chaucer wells literature may That of all the floures in the mede, Thanne love I most these floures white and rede, Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune. Geoffrey Chaucer daisies white men He is gentle that doeth gentle deeds. Geoffrey Chaucer gentle deeds One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife. Geoffrey Chaucer marriage wife secret Certes, they been lye to hounds, for an hound when he cometh by the roses, or by other bushes, though he may nat pisse, yet wole he heve up his leg and make a countenance to pisse. Geoffrey Chaucer legs rose may Strike while the iron is hot. Geoffrey Chaucer iron-will wisdom wise I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold. Geoffrey Chaucer whole literature heart I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose. Geoffrey Chaucer royalty rose For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde, Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde. Geoffrey Chaucer rome men The lyf so short, the craft so longe to lerne. Th' assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge, The dredful joye, alwey that slit so yerne; Al this mene I be love... For out of olde feldes, as men seith, Cometh al this new corn fro yeer to yere; And out of olde bokes, in good feith, Cometh al this newe science that men lere. Geoffrey Chaucer crafts men long For God's love, take things patiently, have sense, Think! We are prisoners and shall always be. Fortune has given us this adversity, Some wicked planetary dispensation, Some Saturn's trick or evil constellation Has given us this, and Heaven, though we had sworn The contrary, so stood when we were born. We must endure it, that's the long and short. Geoffrey Chaucer adversity long thinking Nature, the vicar of the Almighty Lord. Geoffrey Chaucer vicars nature lord Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth Al esily, for, of his genterye, Him deyneth net to wreke him on a flye, As cloth a curre or elles another beste. Geoffrey Chaucer als kind kindness 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. Geoffrey Chaucer long-ago flow death That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears. Geoffrey Chaucer walls-have-ears woods fields That he is gentil that doth gentil dedis. Geoffrey Chaucer Yblessed be god that I have wedded fyve! Welcome the sixte, whan that evere he shal. Geoffrey Chaucer welcome The proverbe saith that many a smale maketh a grate. Geoffrey Chaucer grate And brought of mighty ale a large quart. Geoffrey Chaucer ale
