Ful weel she soong the service dyvyne, Entuned in hir nose ful semely, And Frenssh she spak ful faire and fetisly, After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe, For Frenssh of Parys was to hire unknowe.
Geoffrey Chaucer Quotes
So longe mote ye lyve, and alle proude, Til crowes feet be growen under youre y‘.
Similar Quotes
Cricket is the greatest game that the wit of man has yet devised.
- Sir Pelham WarnerAdvertising is selling Twinkies to adults.
- Donald R. VanceThe struggle of the male to learn to listen to and respect his own intuitive, inner prompt...
- Herb GoldbergEach generation of the church in each setting has the responsibility of communicating the ...
- Francis SchaefferEach had defended his own country; the Germans Germany, the Frenchmen France; they had don...
- Ernst TollerComments on: "Geoffrey Chaucer Quotes: So longe mote ye lyve, and alle proude, Til crowes feet be growen..."
| Birth: | 1343 |
| Death: | 25th October, 1400 |
| Nationality: | British |
| Profession: | Author, Diplomat, Philosopher, Poet |
About
Geoffrey Chaucer, known as the Father of English literature, is widely considered the greatest English poet of the Middle Ages and was the first poet to have been buried in Poet's Corner of Westminster Abbey. While he achieved fame during his lifetime as an author, philosopher, alchemist and astronomer, composing a scientific treatise on the astrolabe for his ten year old son Lewis, Chaucer also maintained an active career in the civil service as a bureaucrat, courtier and diplomat.
Share with your friends