Thomas Occleve quotes

And fadir Chaucer fayn wolde han me taght; But I was dul and lernèd lite or naght. Allas! my worthi maister honorable, This landës verray tresor and richesse. (Thomas Occleve)
O yowthe allas why wilt thow nat enclyne, And un-to reuled reform bowe thee? Syn resoun is the verray streighte lyne Þat ledith folk un-to felicitee. View quote
Thomas Occleve
O maister deere and Fadir reverent, Mi maister Chaucer, flour of eloquence, Mirour of fructuous entendement, O, universel fadir in science! Allas! þat þou thyn excellent prudence In þi bed mortel mightist naght by-qwethe; What eiled deth? allas! whi wolde he sle the? View quote
Thomas Occleve
For the more paart, youthe is rebel, Un-to reson & hatith her doctryne. View quote
Thomas Occleve
The firste fyndere of our faire langage. View quote
Thomas Occleve
If that thise men that lovers hem pretende, To women weren feythfull good and trewe, And dreden hem to deceyven or offende, Women, to love hem, wolde nat eschewe; But every day hath man an herte newe: Yt, upon oon, abide can no while. What fore ys it, swich a wight to be-gile? View quote
Thomas Occleve
With bookës of his ornat endytyng, That is to al þis land enlumynyng. View quote
Thomas Occleve
Many a servant un-to his lord seith, "Þat al the world spekith of him honour," Whan the contrarie of þat is sooth, in feith. View quote
Thomas Occleve
Who was hiër in philosophie To Aristotle, in our tonge, but thow? View quote
Thomas Occleve