Frases de Geoffrey Chaucer

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“Aos amantes apresento esta questão: quem o mais desditoso, Arcita ou Palamon? Este avistava a amada todo dia, mas não podia abandonar o cárcere; aquele tinha toda a liberdade, mas nunca mais veria o seu amor.”

“Quem não arrisca não petisca”

“Soun is noght but air ybroken,
And every speche that is spoken,
Loud or privee, foul or fair,
In his substaunce is but air;
For as flaumbe is but lighted smoke,
Right so soun is air ybroke.”

“The firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere,
Is to restreine and kepen wel thy tonge.”

“He coude songes make, and wel endite.”

“Eke wonder last but nine deies never in toun.”

“In his owen grese I made him frie.”

“And for to see, and eek for to be seie.”

“Allas! allas! that evere love was synne!”

“What maketh this, but Juppiter the kyng,
That is prince and cause of alle thyng
Convertynge al unto his propre welle
From which it is deryved, sooth to telle,
And heer-agayns no creature on lyve
Of no degree availleth for to strive.

Thanne is it wysdom, as it thynketh me,
To maken vertu of necessity,
And take it weel, that we may nat eschue;
And namely, that to us alle is due.”