The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer
His spirit chaunged house and wente ther,As I cam nevere, I kan nat tellen wher.
... murder wol out
people have managed to marry without arithmetic
you will not be master of my body & my property
we know little of the things for which we pray
Lo, which a greet thing is affeccioun!Men may die of imaginacioun,So depe may impressioun be take.
By God, if women had written stories,As clerks had within here oratories,They would have written of men more wickednessThan all the mark of Adam may redress.
Then the Miller fell off his horse.
Thus in this heaven he took his delight And smothered her with kisses upon kisses Till gradually he came to know where bliss is.
earn what you can since everything's for sale
you are the cause by which I die
I know that my singing doesn’t make the moon rise, nor does it make the stars shine. But without my song, the night would seem empty and incomplete. There is more to daybreak than light, just as there is more to nighttime than darkness.
doctors & druggists wash each other's hands
And after winter folweth grene May.
But Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth me Upon my yowthe and on my jolitee It tickleth me aboute myn herte roote. Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote That I have had my world as in my tyme. But age alias! that al wole envenyme Hath me biraft my beautee and my pith. Lat go farewel! the devel go therwith! The flour is goon ther is namoore to telle The bren as I best kan now most I selle.
First he wrought and afterwards he taught.
Love is blind.
The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
Women desire six things: They want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous, obedient to wife, and lively in bed.
People can die of mere imagination.
By nature, men love newfangledness.
