He hath considered shortly, in a clauseThe trespas of hem bothe, and eek the cause,And althogh that his ire hir gilt accused,Yet in his resoun he hem bothe excused,As thus: he thoghte wel that every manWol helpe himself in love if that he kan,And eek delivere himself out of prisoun;
     ― Geoffrey Chaucer,
  
    
      The Riverside Chaucer

He hath considered shortly, in a clauseThe trespas of hem bothe, and eek the...

He hath considered shortly, in a clauseThe trespas of hem bothe, and eek the cause,And althogh that his...
When kindled was the fire, with sober faceUnto Diana spoke she in that place.  O thou chaste goddess of the wildwood green,By whom all heaven and earth and sea are seen,Queen of the realm of Pluto, dark and low,Goddess of maidens, that my heart dost knowFor all my years, and knowest what I desire,Oh, save me from thy vengeance and thine ireThat on Actaeon fell so cruelly. Chaste goddess, well indeed thou knowest that I Desire to be a virgin all my life,Nor ever wish to be man’s love or wife. I am, thou know’st, yet of thy company, A maid, who loves the hunt and venery,And to go rambling in the greenwood wild,And not to be a wife and be with child. I do not crave the company of man.
     ― Geoffrey Chaucer,
  
    
      The Canterbury Tales

When kindled was the fire, with sober faceUnto Diana spoke she in that place....

When kindled was the fire, with sober faceUnto Diana spoke she in that place. O thou chaste...
Deacon met my glare with an impish grin. Anyway, did you celebrate Valentine’s Day when you were slumming with the mortals?I blinked. Not really. Why?Aiden snorted and then disappeared into one of the rooms.Follow me, Deacon said. You’re going to love this. I just know it.I followed him down the dimly-lit corridor that was sparsely decorated. We passed several closed doors and a spiral staircase. Deacon went through an archway and stopped, reaching along the wall. Light flooded the room. It was a typical sunroom, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows, wicker furniture, and colorful plants.Deacon stopped by a small potted plant sitting on a ceramic coffee table. It looked like a miniature pine tree that was missing several limbs. Half the needles were scattered in and around the pot. One red Christmas bulb hung from the very top branch, causing the tree to tilt to the right.What do you think? Deacon asked.Um… well, that’s a really different Christmas tree, but I’m not sure what that has to do with Valentine’s Day.It’s sad, Aiden said, strolling into the room. It’s actually embarrassing to look at. What kind of tree is it, Deacon?He beamed. It’s called a Charlie Brown Christmas Tree.Aiden rolled his eyes. Deacon digs this thing out every year. The pine isn’t even real. And he leaves it up from Thanksgiving to Valentine’s Day. Which thank the gods is the day after tomorrow. That means he’ll be taking it down.I ran my fingers over the plastic needles. I’ve seen the cartoon.Deacon sprayed something from an aerosol can. It’s my MHT tree.MHT tree? I questioned.Mortal Holiday Tree, Deacon explained, and smiled. It covers the three major holidays. During Thanksgiving it gets a brown bulb, a green one for Christmas, and a red one for Valentine’s Day.What about New Year’s Eve?He lowered his chin. Now, is that really a holiday?The mortals think so. I folded my arms.But they’re wrong. The New Year is during the summer solstice, Deacon said. Their math is completely off, like most of their customs. For example, did you know that Valentine’s Day wasn’t actually about love until Geoffrey Chaucer did his whole courtly love thing in the High Middle Ages?You guys are so weird. I grinned at the brothers.That we are, Aiden replied. Come on, I’ll show you your room.Hey Alex, Deacon called. We’re making cookies tomorrow, since it’s Valentine’s Eve.Making cookies on Valentine’s Eve? I didn’t even know if there was such a thing as Valentine’s Eve. I laughed as I followed Aiden out of the room. You two really are opposites.I’m cooler! Deacon yelled from his Mortal Holiday Tree room
     ― Jennifer L. Armentrout,
  
    
      Deity

Deacon met my glare with an impish grin. Anyway, did you celebrate Valentine’s Day...

Deacon met my glare with an impish grin. Anyway, did you celebrate Valentine’s Day when you were slumming...
Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge  With-inne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho  That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straunge  Us thinketh hem; and yet they spake hem so,  And spedde as wel in love as men now do.
     ― Geoffrey Chaucer

Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge With-inne a thousand...

Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge With-inne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho...
And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?
     ― Geoffrey Chaucer

And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good,...

And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my...
Who shall give a lover any law?’ Love is a greater law, by my troth, than any law written by mortal man.
     ― Geoffrey Chaucer,
  
    
      The Canterbury Tales

Who shall give a lover any law?’ Love is a greater law, by my...

Who shall give a lover any law?’ Love is a greater law, by my troth, than any law...
I'll die for stifled love, by all that's true.
     ― Geoffrey Chaucer

I’ll die for stifled love, by all that’s true. ―...

I'll die for stifled love, by all that's true. ― Geoffrey Chaucer Like Geoffrey...
If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me
     ― Geoffrey Chaucer

If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is,...

If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which...
Love will not be constrain'd by mastery.When mast'ry comes, the god of love anonBeateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone.Love is a thing as any spirit free.
     ― Geoffrey Chaucer,
  
    
      The Canterbury Tales

Love will not be constrain’d by mastery.When mast’ry comes, the god of love anonBeateth...

Love will not be constrain'd by mastery.When mast'ry comes, the god of love anonBeateth his wings, and, farewell,...
Then you compared a woman's love to Hell, To barren land where water will not dwell, And you compared it to a quenchless fire, The more it burns the more is its desire To burn up everything that burnt can be. You say that just as worms destroy a tree A wife destroys her husband and contrives, As husbands know, the ruin of their lives. 
     ― Geoffrey Chaucer,
  
    
      The Canterbury Tales

Then you compared a woman’s love to Hell, To barren land where water will...

Then you compared a woman's love to Hell, To barren land where water will not dwell, And you...
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