Quote#Wisdom
O noble Chaucer, whos pullisshyd eloquence
Quote byJohn Skelton · 1460–1529
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Garlande or Chaplet of Laurell (written c. 1495, printed 1523), Lines 421–427, quoted in The Complete English Poems of John Skelton: Revised Edition, ed. John Scattergood (2015), p. 284.
English (original)
O noble Chaucer, whos pullisshyd eloquence Oure Englysshe rude so fresshely hath set out, That bounde ar we with all deu reverence, With all our strength that we can brynge about, To owe to yow our servyce, and more if we mowte! But what sholde I say? Ye wote what I entende, Whiche glad am to please and loth to offende
— John Skelton
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