Geoffrey Chaucer Quotes - Page 1

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Love is blind.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Men love newfangleness.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Mercy surpasses justice.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Many small make a great.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Make a virtue of necessity.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Strike while the iron is hot.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

To maken vertue of necessite.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

The latter end of joy is woe.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

This flour of wifly patience.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Abstinence is approved of God.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Time and tide wait for no man.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Patience is a conquering virtue.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

The bisy larke, messager of day.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

In love there is but little rest.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Hyt is not al golde that glareth.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

If gold ruste, what shall iren do?

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Many a true word is spoken in jest

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

People can die of mere imagination.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

By nature, men love newfangledness.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

All good things must come to an end.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Pitee renneth soone in gentil herte.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Murder will out, this my conclusion.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

If gold rusts, what then can iron do?

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

He is gentle that doeth gentle deeds.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

I am right sorry for your heavinesse.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Ther is no newe gyse that it nas old.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Mordre wol out, that se we day by day.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

He was as fresh as is the month of May.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Nature, the vicar of the Almighty Lord.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

With empty hand no man can lure a hawk.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

And she was fair as is the rose in May.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Death is the end of every worldly pain.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Every honest miller has a golden thumb.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Ful wys is he that kan hymselven knowe.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

And for to see, and eek for to be seie.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Oon ere it herde, at tother out it went.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

To keep demands as much skill as to win.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

And brought of mighty ale a large quart.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Right as an aspen lefe she gan to quake.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

There's never a new fashion but it's old.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Great peace is found in little busy-ness.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

Go, little booke! go, my little tragedie!

• Geoffrey Chaucer / Poet

With emptie hands men may no haukes lure.