For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
Geoffrey ChaucerRead
If gold rusts, what then can iron do?
Interpretation
This quote suggests that if even the most valuable things lose their worth, lesser things have no hope for preservation or value.
Geoffrey Chaucer's quote reflects on the idea that if something precious, like gold, can deteriorate, then we should question the fate of things deemed less valuable, such as iron. It serves as a metaphor for the transience of value, virtue, and strength in both people and society, prompting reflections on the nature of deterioration and worth in all aspects of life.
In practice
In a discussion about the changing values in society, one might use this quote to highlight the fragility of perceived worth.
For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
For in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands.
Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space_x000D_ _x000D_ Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience,_x000D_ _x000D_ That neither by hir wordes ne hir face_x000D_ _x000D_ Biforn the folk, ne eek in her absence,_x000D_ _x000D_ Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.
Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be, That may bothe werke wel and hastily.
For oute of olde feldys, as men sey,_x000D_ _x000D_ Comyth al this newe corn from yer to yere;_x000D_ _x000D_ And out of olde bokis, in good fey,_x000D_ _x000D_ Comyth al this newe science that men lere.
But Christ's lore and his apostles twelve,_x000D_ He taught and first he followed it himself.
That when we live no more, We may live ever
I had rather believe all the Fables in the Legend, and the Talmud, and the Alcoran, then that this universall Frame, is without a Minde. And therefore, God never wrought Miracle, to convince Atheisme, because his Ordinary Works Convince it. It is true, that a little Philosophy inclineth Mans Minde to Atheisme; But depth in Philosophy, bringeth Mens Mindes about to Religion.
Good nature will always supply the absence of beauty; but beauty cannot supply the absence of good nature.
My biggest faults is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year. It's like I was raising chickens inside me. The chickens lay eggs and the eggs hatch into other chickens, which then lay eggs. Is this any way to live a life? What with all these faults I've got going, I have to wonder. Sure, I get by. But in the end, that's not the question, is it?
A Conspiracy of silence speaks louder than words.
There is a state of perfect peace with God to be attained under imperfect obedience.
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