Daily Archives: February 2, 2019

To Life’s Pilgrim – Geoffrey Chaucer

FLY from the press, and dwell with soothfastness; Suffice unto thy good, though it be small, For hoard hath hate, and climbing tickleness ; Preise hath envie, and weal is blent o’er all. Savor no more than thee behoven shall, … Continue reading

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Since I From Love – Geoffrey Chaucer

Since I from Love escaped am so fat,I ne’er think to be in his prison ta’en;Since I am free, I count him not a bean. He may answer, and saye this and that;I do no force, I speak right as … Continue reading

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Proverbs – Geoffrey Chaucer

What shul these clothes thus manyfold,Lo this hote somers day?After grete hete cometh cold;No man caste his pilche away. Of al this world the large compasYt wil not in myn armes tweyne;Who so mochel wol embrace, 

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A Cook – Geoffrey Chaucer

They had a cook with them who stood alone For boiling chicken with a marrow-bone, Sharp flavouring powder and spice for savour. He could distinguish London ale by flavour, And he could roast and boil and seethe and fry, Make … Continue reading

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