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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    ‘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)

    I wol nat lye;
    A man shal winne us best with flaterye;
    And with attendance, and with bisinesse,
    Been we ylymed, bothe more and lesse.
    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)

    A marchant was therwith a forked berd,
    In mottelee, and hye on horse he sat,
    Upon his heed a Flaundryssh bevere hat,
    His bootes clasped faire and fetisly.
    His resons he spak ful solempnely,
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)

    ‘Teehee,’ quod she, and clapte the windowe to.
    And Absolon gooth forth a sory pas.
    ‘A beerd, a beerd!’ quod hende Nicholas,
    ‘By Goddes corpus, this gooth faire and weel.’
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)