Chaucer Followed Nature Everywhere, But Was Never

The Wretched Have No Friends.

And That One Hunting, Which The Devil Design'd For One Fair Female, Lost Him Half The Kind.

As One That Neither Seeks, Nor Shuns His Foe.

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.

My Heart's So Full Of Joy, That I Shall Do Some Wild Extravagance Of Love In Public; And The Foolish World, Which Knows Not Tenderness, Will Think Me Mad.