Geoffrey Chaucer
Geoffrey Chaucer
Geoffrey Chaucer, known as the Father of English literature, is widely considered the greatest English poet of the Middle Ages and was the first poet to be buried in Poets' Corner of Westminster Abbey...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Ful wys is he that kan himselve knowe.
love-is wonder be-good
If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me
men bird empty
No empty handed man can lure a bird
sweet spring flower
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.
teaching firsts taught
First he wrought, and afterwards he taught.
joy woe latter
The latter end of joy is woe.
imagination people fancy
How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.
iron gold rust
If gold rusts, what then can iron do?
lying men missing
Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. For Saint Paul says that all that’s written well Is written down some useful truth to tell. Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Loke who that is most vertuous alway, Prive and apert, and most entendeth ay To do the gentil dedes that he can, And take him for the gretest gentilman.
Mordre wol out, that se we day by day.
blood dover cold
For many a pasty have you robbed of blood, And many a Jack of Dover have you sold That has been heated twice and twice grown cold. From many a pilgrim have you had Christ's curse, For of your parsley they yet fare the worse, Which they have eaten with your stubble goose; For in your shop full many a fly is loose.
als appearance
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.