Chaucer Followed Nature Everywhere, But

Bets At First Were Fool-traps, Where The Wise Like Spiders Lay In Ambush For The Flies.

Welcome, Thou Kind Deceiver! Thou Best Of Thieves; Who, With An Easy Key, Dost Open Life, And, Unperceived By Us, Even Steal Us From Ourselves.

Ill News Is Wing'd With Fate, And Flies Apace.

Desire Of Greatness Is A Godlike Sin.

They First Condemn That First Advised The Ill.