We know little of the things for which we pray.
Category Archive: Geoffrey Chaucer
Time and tide wait for no man.
Murder will out, this my conclusion.
He was as fresh as is the month of May.
And she was fair as is the rose in May.
The guilty think all talk is of themselves.
The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
Nowhere so busy a man as he than he, and yet he seemed busier than he was.
There’s no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily.
People can die of mere imagination.