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)

    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)

    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)

    Alas! ye lordes, many a false flatterer
    Is in your courts, and many a losenger,
    That pleasen you well more, by my faith,
    Than he that soothfastness unto you saith.
    Readeth Ecclesiasticus of flattery;
    Beeth ware, ye lordes of her treachery.
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)

    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)