Lo, which a greet thing is affection! Men may die of imagination, So deep may impression be taken.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

Make a virtue of necessity.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

... murder WOL out

— Geoffrey Chaucer

Nowhere so busy a man as he TER NAS And yet he seed busier that he was.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

People can die of mere imagination.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

People have managed to marry without arithmetic

— Geoffrey Chaucer

The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

The lye so short, the craft so long to Herne.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

Then the Miller fell off his horse.

— Geoffrey Chaucer

These now," quo she, "on of this changes twas:To Han me foul and old til that Id eye, And be to yow a tree, humble WWF, And never yow displease in all my lye, Or ells ye WOL Han me Yong and fair, And take you're adventure of the repair That seal be to you're house by cause of me, Or in some other place, may we be. Now these yourselves, whether that yow like.

— Geoffrey Chaucer