The Lyfe So Short, The Craft So Long To Lerne, Th' Assay So Hard, So Sharpe The Conquering.
The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne,
Th' assay so hard, so sharpe the conquering.
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400)
-- The Assembly of Fowles, Line 1
Nature, the vicar of the Almightie Lord.
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- The Assembly of Fowles, Line 379...
So was hire joly whistle wel ywette. -- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- The Reves Tale, Line 4153
It's not that life is so short, it's that you're dead for so long.
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- Canterbury Tales, Prologue, Line 310...
Nowher so besy a man as he ther n' as, And yet he semed besier than he was.
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- Canterbury Tales, Prologue, Line 323...
And smale foules maken melodie, That slepen alle night with open eye, So priketh hem nature in hir corage
Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages....
O little booke, thou art so unconning, How darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede?
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- The Flower and the Leaf, Line 59...
For out of the old fieldes, as men saithe, Cometh al this new corne fro yere to yere
And out of old bookes, in good faithe, Cometh al this new science that men lere....
Who so shall telle a tale after a man, He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can, Everich word, if it be in his charge, All speke he never so rudely and so large
Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe, Or feinen thinges, or finden wordes newe....