For Of Fortunes Sharpe Adversite, The Worst Kind Of Infortune Is This,-- A Man That Hath Been In Prosperite, And It Remember Whan It Passed Is.

He helde about him alway, out of drede, A world of folke.
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- Troilus and Creseide, Book iii, Line 1721...
Eke wonder last but nine deies never in toun.
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- Troilus and Creseide, Book iv, Line 525...
Right as an aspen lefe she gan to quake.
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- Troilus and Creseide, Book ii, Line 1201...
Go, little booke! go, my little tragedie!
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- Troilus and Creseide, Book v, Line 1798...
I am right sorry for your heavinesse.
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- Troilus and Creseide, Book v, Line 146...
Of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese.
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- Troilus and Creseide, Book ii, Line 470...
One eare it heard, at the other out it went.
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- Troilus and Creseide, Book iv, Line 435...
That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- The Knightes Tale, Line 1524...
The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne, Th' assay so hard, so sharpe the conquering.
-- Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400) -- The Assembly of Fowles, Line 1...