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But Cristes loore, and his Apostles twelve
He taughte, but first he folowed it hymselfe.
- The Canterbury Tales (prologue, l. 527)
And yet he hadde "a thombe of gold" pardee.
- The Canterbury Tales (prologue, l. 563)
He was a verray perfight gentil knight.
- The Canterbury Tales (prologue, l. 72)
He koude songes make and well endite.
- The Canterbury Tales (prologue, l. 95)
Frieth in his own grease.
- The Canterbury Tales (V, 6069),
The Wife of Bath's Tale [Punishment]
Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space
Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience,
That neither by hir wordes ne his face
Biforn the fold, ne eek in her absence,
Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.
- The Canterbury Tales (V, l. 13,254),
The Clerk's Tale [Patience]
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
- The House of Fame (bk. I, l. 272)
That men by reason will it calle may
The daisie or elles the eye of day
The emperice, and floure of floures alle.
- The Legend of Good Women (l. 184)
That of all the floures in the mede,
Thanne love I most these floures white and rede,
Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune.
- The Legend of Good Women (l. 41) [Daisies]
And as for me, though than I konne but lyte,
On bokes for to rede I me delyte,
And to hem yeve I feyth and ful credence,
And in myn herte have hem in reverence
So hertely, that ther is game noon,
That fro my bokes maketh me to goon,
But yt be seldome on the holy day.
Save, certeynly, when that the monthe of May
Is comen, and that I here the foules synge,
And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge,
Farwel my boke, and my devocion.
- The Legend of Good Women (prologue, l. 29)
For oute of olde feldys, as men sey,
Comyth al this newe corn from yere to yere;
And out of old bokis, in good fey,
Comyth al this newe science that men lere.
- The Parlement of Fowles (l. 21) [Age]
For this was on St. Valentine's Day,
When every fowl cometh there to choose his mate.
- The Parlement of Fowles (l. 309)
The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
- The Parlement of Fowles (l. 342) [Swans]
Nature vicarye of the Almighty Lord.
- The Parlement of Fowles (l. 379) [Nature]
The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.
- The Parlement of Fowles (l. 47) [Lapwings]
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
- The Romaunt of the Rose [Roses]
For thre may kepe a counsel, if twain be awaie.
- The Ten Commandments of Love (41)
The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen,
That was the king Priamus sone of Troye,
In lovinge, how his aventures fellen
Fro wo to wele, and after out of Ioye,
My purpos is, er that I parte fro ye.
Thesiphone, thou help me for tendyte
Thise woful vers, that wepen as I wryte!
- Troilus and Criseyde (bk. I)
[Books (First Lines)]
It is not good a sleping hound to wake.
- Troilus and Criseyde (bk. I, 640) [Sleep]
Of harmes two the less is for to chose.
- Troilus and Criseyde (bk. II, l. 470)
It is nought good a sleeping hound wake.
- Troilus and Criseyde (bk. III, 764) [Dogs]
For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent in prosperite,
And it remembren whan it passed is.
- Troilus and Criseyde (bk. III, l. 1625)
Go, litel boke! go litel myn tregedie!
- Troilus and Criseyde (bk. V, l. 1800)
"But for to assaye," he seyde, "it nought ne greveth;
For he that nought nassayeth, nought nacheveth."
["But to attempt it," he said, "should not grieve:
for he that attempts nothing will nothing achieve."
i.e., Nothing ventured, nothing gained.]
- Troilus and Criseyde (bk. V, st. 112)
[Proverbs : Risk]
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