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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    “For out of olde feldes, as men seith,
    Cometh al this new corn fro yeer to yere;
    And out of olde bokes, in good feith,
    Cometh al this newe science that men lere.”
    —Geoffrey Chaucer (1340–1400)

    “Heaven froze above, severe; the clouds congeal,
    And through the crystal vault appeared the standing hail.”
    —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)

    “For which he wex a litel red for shame,
    Whan he the peple upon him herde cryen,
    That to beholde it was a noble game,
    How sobreliche he caste doun his yen.
    Criseyda gan al his chere aspyen,
    And let so softe it in her herte sinke
    That to herself she seyde, ‘Who yaf me drinke?’”
    —Geoffrey Chaucer (1340–1400)

    “And thou shalt kisse the relikes everychon,
    Ye, for a grote! Unbokele anon thy purs.’”
    —Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)