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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    Jesu Crist us sende
    Housbondes meke, yonge, and fresshe abedde,
    And grace t’overbyde hem that we wedde.
    And eek I preye Jesu shorte hir lyves
    That wol nat be governed by hir wyves;
    And olde and angry nigardes of dispence,
    God sende hem sone verray pestilence.
    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)

    I preche of nothing but for coveityse.
    Therfor my theme is yet, and ever was—
    Radix malorum est cupiditas.
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)

    But in the dome of mighty Mars the red,
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)

    Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge
    Withinne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho
    That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straunge
    Us thinketh hem; and yet they spake hem so,
    And spedde as wel in love as men now do;
    Eek for to winne love in sondry ages,
    In sondry londes, sondry ben usages.
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340–1400)