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 long-ago done
Certain, when I was born, so long ago, Death drew the tap of life and let it flow; And ever since the tap has done its task, And now there's little but an empty cask.
death pain ends
Death is the end of every worldly pain.
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.
death stars men
In the stars is written the death of every man.
cloak knife
The smiler with the knife under the cloak
english-poet
We little know the things for which we pray.
bee men thee
Seeke out ye goode in everie man, and speke of alle the beste ye can; then wil alle men speke wel of thee and say how kynde of hearte ye bee
wise
Ful wys is he that can himselven knowe! (Very wise is he that can know himself.)
full wise
Full wise is he that can him selven knowe
al gold herd
But al thyng which shineth as the gold Nis nat gold, as that I have herd it told
Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.
english-poet fresh month
He was as fresh as is the month of May.
crafts life
The life so short, the crafts so long to learn.
running lap want
Everybody wants to go to the Super Bowl. Nobody wants to run laps.