Humorous Sayings
264 sayings found from the Medieval era from 13 authors
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And evere he rood the hyndreste of oure route.
He coude songes make and wel endite, Juste and eek daunce, and wel purtreye and write.
And everich of us to lighten his herte, And of his tale anothere for to telle.
He was a Reve, and a sclendre colerik man. His berd was shave as ny as ever he kan.
And al be that he was a worthy man, He loved gold in special.
Upon the cop right of his nose he hade A werte, and theron stood a tuft of heres rede, As bristles of a sowes eerys olde.
His eyen twinkled in his heed aright As doon the sterres in the frosty nyght.
She would weep if she saw a mouse Caught in a trap, if it were dead or bled. She had some small hounds that she fed With roasted meat, or milk and fine white bread.
The Friar was very fond of playing and played so madly as if he were a puppy-dog in spite of this his eyes twinkled in his head in the same way as the stars do in the frosty night, while playing the harp.
His curly hair looked as if they were pressed in a machine and his clothes were embellished with red and white, as if it were a meadow full of fresh flowers.
For she was so charitable and so pitous She wolde wepe, if that she sawe a mous Caught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde. Of smale houndes hadde she, that she fedde With rosted flessh, or milk and wastel-breed.
I can't trust those who sneer at us drinking down to the lees: That is the kind of thing which gets a bad name for religion.
Has made a shuttlecock of my heart, and set it spinning.
Never dieth that one, whose heart is alive with love: On the worlds record, is written the everlasting existence of ours.
Beyond the sphere passeth the arrow of our sigh. Hafez! silence. Show compassion to thy soul; avoid the arrow of ours.
Saki! with the light of wine, up-kindle the cup of ours. Minstrel! speak, saying: The worlds work hath gone to the desire of ours.
O thou void of knowledge of the joy of the perpetual wine-drinking of ours.
If the young Magian, wine-seller, display such splendor, I will make my eye-lash the dust-sweeper of the door of the wine-house.
O King of Kings, lofty of star! for Gods sake, a blessing, That, like the sky, I may kiss the dust of the court of yours.
Hafez uttereth a prayer. Listen: say an amin! Be my daily food the lips sugar-scattering of Thine.