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
Geoffrey Chaucer quotes about
deeds gentle
He is gentle that doeth gentle deeds.
mind-love stories kind
A yokel mind loves stories from of old, Being the kind it can repeat and hold.
winning men years
Remember in the forms of speech comes change Within a thousand years, and words that then Were well esteemed, seem foolish now and strange; And yet they spake them so, time and again, And thrived in love as well as any men; And so to win their loves in sundry days, In sundry lands there are as many ways.
venus youth sin
Alas, alas, that ever love was sin! I ever followed natural inclination Under the power of my constellation And was unable to deny, in truth, My chamber of Venus to a likely youth.
adversity thinking evil
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.
writing men space
Ek gret effect men write in place lite; Th'entente is al, and nat the lettres space.
sauce woe culinary
Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.
flower rose may
And she was fair as is the rose in May.
wise wisdom husband
Women desire six things: They want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous, obedient to wife, and lively in bed.
imagination people fancy
How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.
grief heart flesh
One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.
time may
For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
patience space faces
Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience, That neither by hir wordes ne hir face Biforn the folk, ne eek in her absence, Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.
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