Chaucer Rocks My Emo Socks

"But thanne felte this Troilus swich wo
That he was wel neigh wood; for ay his drede
Was this, that she som wight hadde loved so,
That nevere of hym she wolde han taken hede,
For which hym thoughte he felte his herte blede"

~Chaucer - Troilus and Criseyde bk. 1, lines 498-502

"I'm cuddling close
To blankets and sheets
But you're not alone, and you're not discreet
Make sure I know who's taking you home."

~Dashboard Confessional - "Screaming Infidelities"



"Thise wordes, and ful many an other to,
He spak, and called evere in his compleynte
Hire name, for to tellen hire his wo,
Til neigh that he in salte teres dreynte.
Al was for nought: she herde nat his pleynte;
And whan that he bythought on that folie,
A thousand fold his wo gan multiplie."

~Chaucer - Troilus and Criseyde bk. 1, lines 540-546

"Wandering this house
like I've never wanted out
and this is about as social as I get now.
And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you
'cause they would never do,
I would never do, never."

~Dashboard Confessional - "Saints and Sailors"


And you thought those emo boys were annoying. No, no, no, they weren't the first.

God, I hate Chaucer.