And after winter fourth green May.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

But Lord Christ! Whan that it remembered me Upon my yow the and on my polite It ticket me about my here route. Unto this day it tooth my here boot That I have had my world as in my time. But age alias! That all role envenomed Hath me biraft my beau tee and my pith. Lat go farewell! The level go therewith! The flour is goon the is Moore to tells The been as I best Kan now most I sell.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

By God, if women had written stories, As clerks had within here oratories, They would have written of men more wickedness Than all the mark of Adam may redress.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

By nature, men love newfangledness.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

Doctors & druggists wash each other's hands

— Geoffrey Chaucer

Earn what you can since everything's for sale

— Geoffrey Chaucer

First he wrought and afterward he taught.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

His spirit changed house and went ether, As I came never, I Kan Nat Ellen her.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

I know that my singing doesn’t make the moon rise, nor does it make the stars shine. But without my song, the night would seem empty and incomplete. There is more to daybreak than light, just as there is more to nighttime than darkness.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

Love is blind.

— Geoffrey Chaucer