Ek gret effect men write in place lite; Th’entente is al, and nat the lettres space. — Geoffrey Chaucer
For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde, Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde. — Geoffrey Chaucer
Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote. — Geoffrey Chaucer
And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other. — Geoffrey Chaucer
Yblessed be God that I have wedded fyve! Welcome the sixte, whan that evere he shal. — Geoffrey Chaucer
This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro. — Geoffrey Chaucer
The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us. — Geoffrey Chaucer