Geoffrey Chaucer

Geoffrey Chaucer ( /ˈtʃɔːsər/; c. 1343 – 25 October 1400), 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. Among his many works, which include The Book of the Duchess, the House of Fame, the Legend of Good Women and Troilus and Criseyde, he is best known today for The Canterbury Tales. Chaucer is a crucial figure in developing the legitimacy of the vernacular, Middle English, at a time when the dominant literary languages in England were French and Latin.

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    ech of yow, to shorte with oure weye,
    In this viage shal telle tales tweye
    To Caunterbury-ward, I mene it so,
    And homward he shal tellen othere two,
    Of aventures that whilom han bifalle.
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)

    She leet no morsel from hir lippes falle,
    Ne wette hir fyngres in hir sauce depe.
    Wel koude she carie a morsel and wel kepe
    That no drope ne fille upon hire brest.
    In curteisie was set ful muchel hir lest.
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)

    ‘O blissful God, that art so just and true,
    Lo, how that thou bewrayest murder alway!
    Murder will out, that see we day by day.
    Murder is so wlatsom and abominable
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)

    I have yfounde in myn astrologye,
    As I have looked in the moone bright,
    That now a Monday next, at quarter night,
    Shal falle a rain, and that so wilde and wood,
    That half so greet was nevere Noees flood.
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)

    ‘Wommen desyren to have sovereyntee
    As wel over hir housbond as hir love,
    And for to been in maistrie him above;
    This is your moste desyr, thogh ye me kille,
    Doth as yow list, I am heer at your wille.’
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)