A Quote by Geoffrey Chaucer

Oon ere it herde, at tother out it went.

Geoffrey Chaucer

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Geoffrey Chaucer
English - Poet
1343 - October 25, 1400

Silence! coeval with eternity! thou wert ere Nature's self began to be; thine was the sway ere heaven was formed on earth, ere fruitful thought conceived creation's birth.

Alexander Pope

...Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

God smiles as He has always smiled; Ere suns and moons could wax and wane, Ere stars were thundergirt, or piled The Heavens, God thought on me His child; Ordained a life for me, arrayed Its circumstances, every one To the minutest; ay, God said This head this hand should rest upon Thus, ere He fashioned star or sun.

Robert Browning

You are young, and I am older; You are hopeful, I am not- Enjoy life, ere it grow colder- Pluck the roses ere they rot.

Abraham Lincoln

But in proverbe I have herde say,That who that wel his werk beginneth,The rather a good end he winneth.

John Gower

Look ere thou leap, see ere thou go.

Thomas Tusser

Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more.

William Cowper

Pity it is we drowse too soon Pity it is we fall asleep Ere our song encompass the height Ere our hand inherit the deep

Khalil Gibran

A man must first govern himself ere he is fit to govern a family; and his family ere he be fit to bear the government of the commonwealth.

Walter Raleigh

The groves were God's first temple. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them,--ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.

William C. Bryant

If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, Crying to the moo-oo-oon, "If only, If only.

Louis Sachar

Ere yet we yearn for what is out of our reach, we are still in the cradle. When wearied out with our yearnings, desire again falls asleep; we are on the death-bed.