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“Think! We are prisoners and shall always be. Fortune has given us this adversity, Some wicked planetary dispensation, Some Saturn’s trick or evil constellation Has given us this, and Heaven, though we had sworn The contrary, so stood when we were born. We must endure it, that’s the long and short”

Quote by Geoffrey Chaucer

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The Knight's Tale

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Geoffrey Chaucer
Geoffrey Chaucer

Geoffrey Chaucer was an English poet, writer, and philosopher, renowned for his seminal work 'The Canterbury Tales'. Born in 1343, Chaucer lived through the transition from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance, serving in various roles such as a courtier, diplomat, and civil servant. His writings reflect the social and cultural shifts of his era. more

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