Geoffrey Chaucer lived to a ripe old age, as per middle-age standards, of sixty. He lived an active life in public service, moving in and around different parts of England, to Italy, France and in Flanders. Between the responsibilities of the courts, he zealously pursued his literary career. He was self-taught, with an interest in sciences and familiar with French, Italian and Latin literature. A multifaceted student Chaucer worked hard and untiringly, only to stop to enjoy Nature in its bloom in the months of May, as he says:
That it was May thus dreamed me
In time of love and jollity
By 1380 however, due to court intrigues, Chaucer had lost both his court jobs and was living in monetary distress being sustained only on pensions. Yet he hoped to complete his magnum opus, the ‘Canterbury Tales’. But his last ten years were also of physical debility and the great works were never to be completed. The smaller poems written during this period indicate him worthily striving to bear adversity with fortitude. In his ‘Ballads of the Painted Face’, on reality of things not as they seem but as they are- he resolutely rises above material paucity and indicates his resignation to fate:
My suffisance shall be my socour
For finally, Fortune, I thee defye
Fortune in turn defends herself, saying that she has taught him many things, and being born in her ‘reign of variance’ he cannot complain of her changeable self.
With the ascent of King Henry IV to throne, his monetary condition eased to an extent, as he was granted additional pension, doubling his annuity. However his vivacious person was already much worn; yet gleams of characteristic humor shine in his latest pieces, at places.
October 25th, 1400 is accepted as the date of his demise. He was buried in the Cloister of the St Mary’s Chapel, or the Old Lady Chapel, later to be known as Henry the Seventh’s Chapel, and about 150 years later his remains were moved and buried to the east aisle of the south transept, near the site of the tomb which was at that time erected in his honor by an admirer versifier Nicholas Bringham. Later this became a ‘poets’ corner’ when others like Spenser, Browning and Tennyson, and many more came to rest around.
On his original tombstone are the words ‘a rest from troubles..’ which describes his death perfectly. Narrow minded priests had persuaded him in his weak state of body and mind to apologize for what needed no apology. The general tone of his works, though not entirely chaste, had always been healthy and health giving. What if they occasionally seem gross to a modern reader, it must be borne in mind that it was as per the manner of the age (middle age), and his artistic principles. He is at times frank and simply natural but never can he be accused of deliberate and lingering sensuality. He takes men as he finds them and does not shrink from portraying the coarse as well as the refined. He knows that all sorts go to the making of the world, and he paints all sorts. But he never forgets that a villain is a villain, and no one has given more sympathetic pictures of what is liberal, noble, chivalrous.
At the close of the Nineteenth century, 500 years since the death of Chaucer, studies were newly undertaken by many with a different vision of the artist. He was more widely and intelligently appreciated than earlier, his works edited with reverent care and high ability equivalent to the care employed for the Roman and Greek ‘classics’, and he has been recognized as a master in literature, by more than mere bookworms. The chaff that had been ascribed in his name has also been cleaned out, differentiated from the originals by their grammar, metre, language, allusions. A volume that is a most excellent comment on Chaucerian style is Professor Skeat’s ‘Chaucer Canon’, with the well chosen motto from Spenser’s Shepherd’s Calendar: ‘‘Dare not to match thy pipe with Tityrus his style.
Ref: Chaucer by John W Hales