Geoffrey Chaucer

(c. 1343 – 25 October 1400 / London, England)

Proverbs - Poem by Geoffrey Chaucer

Proverbe of Chaucer

What shul these clothes thus manyfold,
Lo this hote somers day?
After grete hete cometh cold;
No man caste his pilche away.

Of al this world the large compas
Yt wil not in myn armes tweyne;
Who so mochel wol embrace,


Comments about Proverbs by Geoffrey Chaucer

  • (3/24/2016 10:51:00 PM)


    Amazing proverbs carrying eternal truths. Thanks for sharing here. (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (3/24/2016 3:06:00 PM)


    Thank you, Barry, for the translation. I enjoy Chaucer with a translator at my side, he has a chuckle beneath his bite or perhaps a bite behind his chuckle. Either way, he understands people and words. - - - - - - - - -]
    After grete hete cometh cold;
    No man caste his pilche away.
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  • Barry Middleton (3/24/2016 5:17:00 AM)


    Proverbs of Chaucer

    I
    Why these many garments? Lo this heat of summer day! After great heat comes the cold; may no man cast his furs away!

    II
    The span of all this world will not go in my two short arms; he who will embrace too much, shall retain little of it.
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/24/2016 4:57:00 AM)


    The large compas of life! Nice work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2001



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