More Quotes by Geoffrey Chaucer
Time and tide wait for no man.
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.
Women naturally desire the same six things as I; they want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous with money, obedient to the wife, and lively in bed.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
Great peace is found in little busy-ness.
Strike while the iron is hot.
The guilty think all talk is of themselves.
In the stars is written the death of every man.
All good things must come to an end.
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.
