If gold ruste, what shall iren do?- Geoffrey Chaucer

So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.- Geoffrey Chaucer

Right as an aspen lefe she gan to quake.- Geoffrey Chaucer

Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.- Geoffrey Chaucer

Murder will out, this my conclusion.- Geoffrey Chaucer

Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.- Geoffrey Chaucer

Yblessed be god that I have wedded fyve! Welcome the sixte, whan that evere he shal.- Geoffrey Chaucer

Ther is no newe gyse that it nas old.- Geoffrey Chaucer

The bisy larke, messager of day.- Geoffrey Chaucer

But all thing which that shineth as the gold Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.- Geoffrey Chaucer

I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to.- Geoffrey Chaucer

Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.- Geoffrey Chaucer