Geoffrey Chaucer citáty

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„Opilá žena, ta se neubrání, jak znají dobře dovádiví páni.“

„To všeobecně platí pro ženy, že jdou tam, kam jde přízeň štěstěny.“

„Líp vlézt na půdu než být v domě se svou ženou v páru, jež má tak radost z potyček a svárů, že co chce manžel, má vždy nerada.“

„Žena odkládá svůj stud, když odložila košilku.“

„Ač sám hříchu nejsem prost, přec jiným vyčíst jejich hřích mám odvahy dost, pykej, kdo se provinil!“

„Starce lze přeprat, ne však přeradit.“

„Co nejde jen tak zlehoučka a brzy, po tom se nejvíc žadoní a slzí.“

“Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be,
That may bothe werke wel and hastily.”

“Ther n' is no werkman whatever he be,
That may both werken wel and hastily. 4
This wol be done at leisure parfitly.”

“This noble ensample to his shepe he yaf, —
That first he wrought, and afterwards he taught.”

“For May wol have no slogardie a-night.
The seson priketh every gentil herte,
And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte.”

“And of his port as meke as is a mayde.”

“For iii may keep a counsel if twain be away.”

“For of fortunes sharp adversitee
The worst kynde of infortune is this,
A man to han ben in prosperitee,
And it remembren, whan it passed is.”

“But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve,
He taught; but first he folwed it himselve.”

“For him was lever han at his beddes hed
A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red,
Of Aristotle, and his philosophie,
Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie.
But all be that he was a philosophre,
Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre.”

“Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.”

“Mordre wol out, that se we day by day.”

“For gold in phisike is a cordial;
Therefore he loved gold in special.”

“They demen gladly to the badder end.”

“To maken vertue of necessite.”

“And for ther is so gret diversite
In Englissh and in writyng of oure tonge,
So prey I God that non myswrite the,
Ne the mysmetre for defaute of tonge;
And red wherso thow be, or elles songe,
That thow be understonde, God I biseche!”

“For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde,
Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde.”

“But all thing which that shineth as the gold
Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.”

“Min be the travaille, and thin be the glorie.”

“And brought of mighty ale a large quart.”

“Go, little booke! go, my little tragedie!”

“For which he wex a litel red for shame,
Whan he the peple upon him herde cryen,
That to beholde it was a noble game,
How sobreliche he caste doun his yen.
Criseyda gan al his chere aspyen,
And let so softe it in her herte sinke
That to herself she seyde, “Who yaf me drinke?””

“Harde is his herte that loveth nought
In Mey, …”

“That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.”

“Or as an ook comth of a litel spir,
So thorugh this lettre, which that she hym sente,
Encressen gan desir, of which he brente.”

“I am right sorry for your heavinesse.”

“Wide was his parish, and houses fer asonder.”

“Of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese.”

“For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.”

“It is nought good a slepyng hound to wake.”