Quote #33
What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave Allone, withouten any compaignye.
More from Geoffrey Chaucer
- Thanne is it wysdom, as it thynketh me, To maken vertu of necessitee.
- This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro; Deeth is an ende of every worldly soore.
- And therfore, at the kynges court, my brother, Ech man for hymself, ther is noon oother.
- Men sholde wedden after hir estat, For youthe and elde is often at debat.
- The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
- The gretteste clerkes been noght wisest men.
- For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte.
- Forbede us thing, and that desiren we; Preesse on us faste, and thanne wol we flee. With daunger oute we al oure chaffare: Greet prees at m…