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
death pain ends
Death is the end of every worldly pain.
world this-world
This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro.
heart literature whole
I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.
misty
For I have seyn of a ful misty morwe Folowen ful ofte a myrie someris day.
Til that the brighte sonne loste his hewe; For th'orisonte hath reft the sonne his lyght; This is as muche to seye as it was nyght!
work may
Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be, That may bothe werke wel and hastily.
patience desert answers
Patience is a conquering virtue. The learned say that, if it not desert you, It vanquishes what force can never reach; Why answer back at every angry speech? No, learn forbearance or, I'll tell you what, You will be taught it, whether you will or not.
death war fighting
There was the murdered corpse, in covert laid, And violent death in thousand shapes displayed; The city to the soldier's rage resigned; Successless wars, and poverty behind; Ships burnt in fight, or forced on rocky shores, And the rash hunter strangled by the boars; The newborn babe by nurses overlaid; And the cook caught within the raging fire he made.
wisdom cat feet
The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.
cat milk meat
Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk...
conquer virtue canterbury-tales
Patience is a conquering virtue.
gold thumbs golden
Every honest miller has a golden thumb.
iron gold tin
I wol yow telle, as was me taught also, The foure spirites and the bodies sevene, By ordre, as ofte I herde my lord hem nevene. The firste spirit quiksilver called is, The second orpiment, the thridde, ywis, Sal armoniak, and the firthe brimstoon. The bodies sevene eek, lo! hem heer anoon: Sol gold is, and Luna silver we threpe, Mars yron, Mercurie quiksilver we clepe, Saturnus leed, and Jupiter is tin, And Venus coper, by my fader kin!
men may lost
Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.