More Quotes by Geoffrey Chaucer
In the stars is written the death of every man.
All good things must come to an end.
The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
He who accepts his poverty unhurt I'd say is rich although he lacked a shirt. But truly poor are they who whine and fret and covet what they cannot hope to get.
The guilty think all talk is of themselves.
It is nought good a sleping hound to wake.
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.
Many a true word is spoken in jest
Great peace is found in little busy-ness.
Strike while the iron is hot.
