"Chese now," quod she, "oon of thise thynges tweye:To han me foul and old til that I deye,And be to yow a trewe, humble wyf,And nevere yow displese in al my lyf,Or elles ye wol han me yong and fair,And..."
- Geoffrey Chaucer
"earn what you can since everything's for sale"
"you are the cause by which I die"
"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..."
"doctors & druggists wash each other's hands"
"And after winter folweth grene May."
"Make a virtue of necessity."
"But Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth me Upon my yowthe and on my jolitee It tickleth me aboute myn herte roote. Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote That I have had my world as in my tyme. But..."
"No-wher so bisy a man as he ter nas And yet he semed bisier that he was."
"First he wrought and afterwards he taught."