By nature, men love newfangledness. Geoffrey Chaucer More Quotes by Geoffrey Chaucer More Quotes From Geoffrey Chaucer There's never a new fashion but it's old. Geoffrey Chaucer fashion Ful wys is he that kan hymselven knowe. Geoffrey Chaucer We little know the things for which we pray. Geoffrey Chaucer praying prayer littles People can die of mere imagination. Geoffrey Chaucer imagination literature people A love grown old is not the love once new. Geoffrey Chaucer And as for me, thogh that I can but lyte, On bakes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yeve I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon, That fro my bokes maketh me to goon, But hit be seldom, on the holyday; Save, certeynly, when that the month of May Is comen, and that I here the foules singe, And that the floures ginnen for to springe, Farwel my book and my devocion. Geoffrey Chaucer noon games book He who accepts his poverty unhurt I'd say is rich although he lacked a shirt. But truly poor are they who whine and fret and covet what they cannot hope to get. Geoffrey Chaucer shirts rich poverty What's said is said and goes upon its way Like it or not, repent it as you may. Geoffrey Chaucer said may way For oute of olde feldys, as men sey, Geoffrey Chaucer fey men science The gretteste clerkes been noght wisest men. Geoffrey Chaucer wisest wisest-man men To keep demands as much skill as to win. Geoffrey Chaucer demand skills winning To maken vertue of necessite. Geoffrey Chaucer Drunkenness is the very sepulcher Geoffrey Chaucer drunkenness wit men For of fortunes sharp adversitee The worst kynde of infortune is this, A man to han ben in prosperitee, And it remembren, whan it passed is. Geoffrey Chaucer worst fortune men But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene. Geoffrey Chaucer manly ifs world One cannot scold or complain at every word. Learn to endure patiently, or else, as I live and breathe, you shall learn it whether you want or not. Geoffrey Chaucer breathe complaining want Hyt is not al golde that glareth. Geoffrey Chaucer als appearance The latter end of joy is woe. Geoffrey Chaucer woe ends joy For in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands. Geoffrey Chaucer journey spiritual heart With emptie hands men may no haukes lure. Geoffrey Chaucer may men hands
