More Quotes by Geoffrey Chaucer
The guilty think all talk is of themselves.
It is nought good a sleping hound to wake.
Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.
Many a true word is spoken in jest
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
Patience is a conquering virtue.
The life so brief, the art so long in the learning, the attempt so hard, the conquest so sharp, the fearful joy that ever slips away so quickly - by all this I mean love, which so sorely astounds my feeling with its wondrous operation, that when I think upon it I scarce know whether I wake or sleep.
The devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation.
Strike while the iron is hot.
In the stars is written the death of every man.
