All I really want to be is boring. When people talk about me, I'd like them to say, "Carol's basically a short Bill Bradley." Or, ..."Carol's kind of like Al Gore in a skirt."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For hym was levere have at his beddes heed, Twenty bookes, clad in blak or reed,... Of Aristotle and his philosophie, Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrie: But al be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth, Inspired hath in every holt and heeth... The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open eye, (So priketh hem Nature in hir corages); Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
She was a worthy womman al hir lyve: Housbondes at chirche dore she hadde fyve,... Withouten oother compaignye in youthe, But thereof nedeth nat to speke as nowthe.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For out of olde feldes, as men seith, Cometh al this new corn fro yeer to yere;... And out of olde bokes, in good feith, Cometh al this newe science that men lere.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For which he wex a litel red for shame, Whan he the peple upon him herde cryen,... That to beholde it was a noble game, How sobreliche he caste doun his yen. Criseyda gan al his chere aspyen, And let so softe it in her herte sinke That to herself she seyde, "Who yaf me drinke?"LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Al: Ain't you gonna look back, Ma? Give the old place a last look? Ma Joad: We're goin' to California, ain't we? Alright then..., let's go to California. Al: That don't sound like you, Ma. You never was like that before. Ma Joad: I never had my house pushed over before. Never had my family stuck out on the road. I never had to lose everything I had in life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Mie love ys dedde, Gon to hys death-bedde,... Al under the wyllowe tree.
Waterre wytches, crownede wythe reytes, Bere mee to yer leathalle tyde. I die; I comme; mie true love waytes. Thos the damselle spake, and dyed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne,... And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open eye-- So priketh hem nature in hir corages-- Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »