Note: The words are from Burton Raffel's 2008 translation, which I found to be easier to read than the more common translations that preceded it. With what little comparisons I did, mainly using the "Miller's Tale", I'm fairly sure Raffel's translation tells just about the same story.
From the Introduction: | |
Time's like some stream that never turns again ...'property lost can be recovered, but time Once gone will surely ruin us' | 22 |
Without a doubt, it never comes again, Just like a wayward woman's virginity | 28 |
With telling stories in English, as he's able, Borrowing from our ancient languages and fables? | 46 |
It hardly matters, these days, that Chaucer stands As the head of the field, for I speak prose, and rhymes Are his professional business, not at all mine. | 92 |
From the Prologue: | |
Oh horrible state, to be living in poverty! By thirst, by cold, by hunger torn apart! Asking for help shames you, wounds your heart, But asking no one doubles tears and grief: | 1 |
You gripe at your neighbor, angry and sinfully, Declare you have too little, he has too much. | 10 |
Your brother despises the poor, despises you, And whatever friends you had will run at your sight! | 22 |
Oh wealthy merchants, living in delight, You're never haunted by dark and dreamless nights, Remembering chances fumbled, business lost, At Christmas time you're merry, whatever the cost! | 25 |
From the Tale: | |
Kindness and courtesy like a workman's tools; | 33 |
The counselors discussed this situation, Wrangling this way and that, some taking one view, Some taking another, with complex explanations, | 71 |
Husbands, of course, can be good, have been so before. Wives know that. | 132 |
We women are born to servitude and penance, Alway's ruled by some man's governance. | 146 |
O careless Emperor of Rome, alas! Were there no astronomers in your city? | 169 |
The necessary calculations are known, But humankind is too dull, or else too slow. | 174 |
...cold water won't be painful! | 121 |
However his wife has been christened, white As snow, how can she wash away the red, No matter what barrels of Christian water she has? | 215 |
For spoiling a Christian marriage your rod And tool will once again be a sinful woman! Lying and deceit by women fulfill your plan. | 229 |
O sudden disaster, which always follows after Worldly bliss, sprouted by bitterness! | 282 |
Whenever you're bright and gay, always remember The unknown sorrow, waiting to make you surrender. | 287 |
As over him, devil's destruction, you once Extended your arms in shelter, O cross, give me That same protection, lend me the strength to go on. | 322 |
There once was a man, Daniel... Who saved him? God, and God alone, saved Daniel. | 333 |
One of them was blind, unable to see With his eyes, but even so he could see with his mind, As some men can, when their sight is gone, and they're blind. | 412 |
Came walking down the path that led to the sea, Intending to find whatever there was to see, | 417 |
He used a young knight, living there in that town, Heated him up with love of a nature quite foul And turned him absolutely so upside down The Knight was convinced he'd either have her or die. | 447 |
Those who'd thought she was truly guilty shook With fear, filled with repentance, for she had been close To death, falsely accused, but innocent. | 541 |
...even the holiest of wives Must marry patiently, and know that at night Such things must happen as mankind always delights in, ...putting holiness aside For a while, for that is marriage's plan and design. | 569 |
...drunk to the top of your head, Your breath is stronger by far than your arms or legs, And secrets stay as safe with you as eggs in a cuckoo's nest. Your brains are scrambled,... Nothing's secret, when drunkards take their place. | 632 |
The letter's handwriting, too, was identified, And all the venom behind this cursed deed, | 750 |
O, licentious lust, foul and often Fatal! You weaken the minds of men, but soften Their muscles, too, the easier to destroy them. | 785 |
No one, I warn you, can dream Of keeping worldly happiness for more Than a very short time, for joy in this world can't last, Changing back and forth as days go past. | 984 |
And now I pray Jesus Christ to send us Joy after woe | 1013 |
Reference:
Geoffrey Chaucer. The Canterbury Tales. ca. 1390. Trans. Burton Raffel. Modern Library. 2008.
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