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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    Madame Pertelote, my worldes bliss,
    Harkneth these blissful birdes how they sing,
    And see the freshe flowers how they spring;
    Full is mine heart of revel and solace!’
    But suddenly him fell a sorrowful case,
    For ever the latter end of joy is woe.
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)

    men may wel often finde
    A lordes sone do shame and vileinye;
    And he that wol han prys of his gentrye
    For he was boren of a gentil hous,
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)

    Men may conseile a womman to be oon,
    But conseiling nis no comandement.
    He putte it in oure owene juggement.
    For hadde God comanded maidenhede,
    Thanne hadde he dampned wedding with the deede;
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)

    A shipman was ther, wonynge fer by weste.
    For aught I woot, he was of Dertemouthe.
    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)